Amazingly enough, it took the kiddies until nearly lunchtime to figure out that I’m not really one of them. In their defense, they don’t often see people of my elderliness in class unless we are teaching (which I was not) and they may have been distracted by the obviously non-traditional student who was seated next to me (who is super nice and accented and has an adorable fatherly attitude towards all the kiddies). One of my classmates was kind enough to tell me that I “wear it well” when I disclosed my ripe old age of 30. awww, so cute.
I guess Orientation Day #1 went as well as could be expected. I’m not the oldest of the 27 students, and I’m not making the biggest career change. Both of those prizes go to the fatherly gentleman with his PhD who really deserves to just get the job that he wants without having to stoop to taking undergraduate courses again (but I guess they didn’t ask me what I thought and he honestly seems excited about being in class with us). I’m trying to learn a lesson from his saintly attitude, cause srsly when I read the schedule this weekend and saw the words “Icebreaker” and “Scavenger Hunt”, I just about called in sick to my first day. Tomorrow I’m going to try even harder to be less old and crotchety. Wish me luck!