So another year is here and I've done the one thing I swore I wouldn't do: go to grad school. That's right. Even more education for an already over-educated girl. I do have 3 bachelors...B.S. times 3...I know. I've been told I'm full of it before. They really have no idea.
So here I am, 36-ish, and getting ready to start a quantitative stats class and a counseling class. The former frightens me and the latter should start frightening my classmates (even though they don't know me yet). Of course there's a lab for the counseling class. Nothing better than spilling your guts to a complete stranger. Well, except that they will be in my classes until I graduate. So, they won't be strangers for long. I have enough fodder to scare the crap out of these people. And nothing much shocks me anymore.
This should be good.
So here I am, 36-ish, and getting ready to start a quantitative stats class and a counseling class. The former frightens me and the latter should start frightening my classmates (even though they don't know me yet). Of course there's a lab for the counseling class. Nothing better than spilling your guts to a complete stranger. Well, except that they will be in my classes until I graduate. So, they won't be strangers for long. I have enough fodder to scare the crap out of these people. And nothing much shocks me anymore.
This should be good.
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