And so it begins . . .

After having a good time on vacation, I finally had my first day of school, the first one I've had in 11 years.  I didn't get really nervous until I pulled into the parking lot by the West building.  I don't handle new social situations well, especially when going in all by myself.  But I clung to the fact that this was school, not an ice cream social, and that my success didn't depend on interacting socially with other people.

Well, whaddya know?

I've lived in this house for nearly 4 years now.  I've always been friendly with the people who live around me, and have had a few polite conversations with the people that live in front of and behind me.  I don't like meeting new people all that often, but meeting your neighbors at least once is necessary.  At least say "hi", even if you never speak again.

I've often talked to the lady who lives behind me;

I DID IT!!!

Well, it seems, for a change, that hard work actually paid off for me.  Well, I guess it wasn't really hard work.  More like medium work.  All the studying I did over the last couple of weeks must have really gotten my mind in a mathy mode because I nearly scored high enough to completely exempt Math 101!!!!  This is a HUGE thing for me.  I haven't had a math class since my 1996-97 school year.  Math and I are not friends, we're bitter enemies.  The first time I went to college,