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I have lots to write about but not enough time the day before school starts so this is just a tiny update before the bigger recap of last week that includes vomit, chipmunks, a septic system and a dog.
But I’m in a rush because I (drum roll)
SIGNED UP FOR SPANISH 101.
I’ve wanted to get back to school for a long time. I’m hoping it helps get me back to forced writing because I will be out and at the library. And I’ve wanted to learn Spanish for a while now.
I called a friend yesterday who recently went back to school and asked her how it was. Of course, she is going back to get a teacher certificate and is full time and not auditing one class so next time I go to a Spanish-speaking country I can ask for gluten free nachos. (This is supposed to be a humorous dig at me learning Spanish and has nothing to do with my glutationous consumption.)
She said I would have to give up things. It would be a sacrifice. Homework is a killer.
I thought: “This won’t be like that because it’s ONE class. I know the basics already. I HAVE been to Cancun. Twice.”
Then I logged into my book and workbook online. I couldn’t figure it out. You can buy a book for A LOT of DINERO (look Spanish) or you can buy an e-book. But e-books are hard for me. I have to scroll around. I have to enlarge. I can’t seem to figure out how to drag the answers over. It’s driving me insane. MUCHO LOCO. or MUY LOCO.
I dunno. We didn’t go over that on the first day.
So I’m seriously considering buying the book because I’m old and need paper.
And today I’m rushing around getting back to school hair cuts and activities I’ve put off for the whole summer (the Sapphire Mine was not a high priority) and getting my daughter and her friend’s nails done for the first day of school (should not have been a high priority, but come on) and I made a goal to make healthy lunches this year and dinners and plan it out and I’ve been talking about this so much I’ve been asked to teach a 10 minute spiel (oops German.) and so I’ve been researching that.
So I’m going to have to give something up because I’m running out of time to do my homework for class tomorrow.
I think my nails may have to start growing hang nails and looking sad and pathetic again.
Except how will a class full of 18-20 year olds respect me if I have bad cuticles? I feel like I must show them that life gets better after 40 (even though I’m only admitting to 35 in that class but I’m going to tell everyone how much I look forward to turning 40).
Vanity must not be put aside.
Pizza for lunch and dinner for the next 180 days it is!
See? This whole going back to school thing is gonna be a cinch.
(I apologize. I can’t post the picture of my nails. My phone is having issues from trying to do my homework on it. )