I just cooked up a test batch of potato salad, and quite to my surprise, it didn’t suck. It’s not my Mom’s potato salad, but it was still pretty tasty. There’s a lingering smell of bacon in the house, and Mike even ate two bowls full. At this point, the only change I’ll make to the recipe is to use real German vinegar. It was tasty with the balsamic, but the real stuff will make it more authentic.
So…a week of school is in the books, and it was awesome. I love my classes. My professors are great. I’ve almost got all of my financial aid issues worked out. For all of the hassle this summer, things are finally going smoothly. I had a bit of a panic attack last weekend, worrying about whether or not I could handle things once school started. I had convinced myself that I couldn’t handle the work load, and that there would be no way I could pull my weight around the house and still manage to stay on top of my school work. Needless to say, it was all for naught. I’ve got a 20 credit hour course load, but it all seems pretty manageable. I even picked up an oboe for the first time in a decade and a half. I’m glad I decided to join the concert band, as it will provide me with a way to blow off some creative steam this semester. Even my social concerns were pretty unfounded. Sure, most of the students in my classes were born the year before I graduated from high school, but I’ve talked to a handful of people who are non-traditional students, and even had nice conversations with some of my younger classmates.
Having talked to a few transfer students, it appears that I’m not the only one who had difficulties with the admissions process this summer. There were enough complaints and issues that a few of the faculty members have taken it upon themselves to see what can be done to keep things flowing more smoothly in the future. It was a bit of a relief to hear that I wasn’t the only one who had problems. I’ve brainstormed it a bit with Mike, and will probably meet with the Associate Dean of my school to give her a couple of suggestions to make things less frustrating. That way I’m not just complaining, but actively trying to find ways to make things better.
As much as I’d love to keep going here, I’ve got a bunch of homework that still needs to be done. History 107, here I come!
