I finished my semester maintaining a 4.0. Woohoo! I do give genuine thanks to God because I prayed before every study sess and test, lest my eyeballs bleed over the content over my english "literature" (read: smut and quite literal horror) and give me nightmares.
As I updated on the
"Fall Registration complete. Item 786 of why screwing around in high school is a bad move: I have to take approximately four and a half decades (rough estimate) of remedial classes due to the fact that although I could comprehend high school biology, instead of passing tests and studying, I spent my time in class literally doing cartwheels in the aisles, pulling the emergency shower, or tossing backpacks full of notes with my old friend Larry Luongo. Since none of those things qualified me for a grade of "C" or better, I get to retake everything at the ripe young age of TWENTY EIGHT. All before actually getting to take the core classes needed for a simple ASSOCIATES DEGREE...much less one in Nursing. So by the time I complete my remedial Biology this summer, it'll be too late to register for General Biology this fall. So on the docket is Sociology and a long looked forward to elective, Astronomy. Look out for me folks, I'm looking to be in the graduate class of 2064."
Total Core Curriculum classes complete: 4, two of which were transfers from 10 years ago.
Total Electives Complete: 1.
I'm pretty sure Korban and I will be in the same graduating class. Not that I mind, or that he minds. I think I'm a cool mom.
Anyway, my classes at BCC don't really have a timetable. If I maintain a 3.85 or above, I have a guaranteed admission to Jefferson University's School or Nursing, and then it will be a whole new bag of marbles. I've only been staying at home with my sweet critter for the last two or three months, but I could not be happier. I don't want to work again anytime soon unless we really needed my income. By the way, anyone want to buy an apron?
I really do think I was made to mom. I love being able to raise my son, keep my house (messy), and just enjoy this season of motherhood. The last 18 months have FLOWN by, and I'm sure that doesn't change with additional peanut heads. I really can't wait to have a herd of kids running around the house :) No, I'm not currently with child.
I do miss the tangible aspect of helping people that I had when I was working though, even if it was just talking to them about their week or sneaking an extra sample to their kids. I try to keep the perspective that I am helping my family, that no one else can raise my kids etc, but I do miss it. I miss serving more in ministry, although I know when the kids aren't so young I'll have more time to help in different ways. The whole reason I went back to school was to finish my education, because I think an education is important, but also because I've been thinking about Nursing for about 7 years. Again, the hours don't really work with being committed to raising a toddler at home, but when the kid(s) are older, it's something I think I'd like to do. And when they're older older, it's a skill I can use on mission trips, in ministry, anywhere. Who knows what the Lord has planned. I just want to run the race well.
In completely rough segue news, I started running. Outside. As a dancer, I always said I couldn't run because of my knees. While true, I honestly hated running because it ALWAYS felt like my lungs were exploding, one lobe at a time. Stuck between a choice of expectorating alveoli and not fitting into any of clothes/feeling my butt glue itself to the couch fabric/dying at 30 from a sedentary lifestyle/a nagging conviction that I was not stewarding my health well...I decided to take a little walk jog. A yog. There's a great couch-to-5K app on the iphone that surprisingly helps. Theres a little man (or lady) in the phone and it beeps at you and tells you when to walk/run/cool down/etc. I'm in week 3 and I feel pretty dang awesome honestly. My first few runs I thought I was going to die. My last two runs I thought someone had slipped me some demerol, cuz I was flyin'. Running. Is. Awesome.
So I signed up for a 5K on my birthday, at me old stomping grounds, Camp Ockanickon. (Matolly4Lyf) We'll see how it goes! Already I need a belt with all of my pants, which is nice. Also I can see my cheeks again, also nice.
And in a final update, my bee print apron is done. I know, get back on your chair. It honestly looks really dang sweet. I'll post pics when I figure out how to sync my iPhone with Ubuntu better, cuz right now the process bites.
Love you all, faithful readers (that'd be you, mom.)
God bless you!