This evening I attended the first class of my graduate school career. I was a bit nervous, and grabbed a spiral, pen, and sticky pad on my way out the door from work. (I didn't get my Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper with matching stickers and pen that has 4 inks in one.) After some introductions I was called to the board and asked to do a math problem. Me. Who hates math. Who for realio trulio has math anxiety. I had to do a math problem on the white board in front of the whole class, my professor, and Jesus. And then I died.
I did regain consciousness and thoroughly enjoyed the instructor, the conversation, and the rest of the class. I know it will be an amazing learning experience and an exciting way to begin grad school. Plus the professor told us we will all get A's.
When I'm done with grad school I'm totally going to Disney World.