Orientation is ova, homies. It went fine. I was being a snot about it, but it was actually pretty useful. I met some wonderful people, including a mom! Who is in her early thirties! Has a one year old boy! Married to a student finishing his PhD! AND they just moved here from where we used to live in North Carolina. If I wasn’t so relieved to meet her, I might’ve been creeped out. We have a date planned. She and I are 2 of about 5 parents in the whole class of 288. There is a large number of frat boys and girls still seeking their M.R.S. degrees, and also a large section of really cool people who I like. Most of them are 2 years out of undergrad, putting them 7 years younger than me, but still. I think we’ll get along.
Class starts tomorrow. I just realized that the bookstore, which shuttled us through a line and handed us our required books to purchase without letting us verify we were getting the right ones – anyway, the bookstore neglected to sell me the book I’m required to bring to class tomorrow morning at 8:30 am.
Oh well. He can’t kill me, right?