First Day of School! First Day of School!

*Said just like Nemo!*

I had so much fun today. I love being a student, it's so much more fun than being the teacher.

The Boy had a symposium starting today at the same time my class started (which means we get to ride to campus together every day this week!)

Actually, I have to start over. I need to preface this post be stating that I, Ms. Knitter, do not do directions well. Sometimes, even after going a place a few times I still have a hard time. (For instance, my mother still has to draw me a map so that I can get to the dentist's office back home.) This has been well documented by both The Boy and my family. In fact, the first conversation The Boy and my dad had (for which I was 2000 miles away, another great story) involved my dad saying that one of the reasons he was "reluctant" for Mum and I to drive to New Mexico was "Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but that girl doesn't have much sense of direction." The Boy said, "Yeah, I might have noticed that." The understatement of the year.

The UNM campus doesn't make this particular trait of mine any easier to deal with. All the buildings look the same. Same pueblo style outside, same height for the most part, same brown wooden accents, etc. On top of all that, for the most part, you can't see outside of campus from the inside of campus, which doesn't make much sense. What I mean is that I can't tell which way is North, South, East and West. (Which took me about eight months to get a handle on anyway.) All of this is really to say that I was really glad that The Boy could ride to campus with me because that meant that I had a dinaymite (is that really the correct spelling for that word...spell check seems to think so) escort to the first class and I wouldn't be late because I ended up getting lost.

According to my schedule my class started at nine. Being a true northeasterner, I was there promptly at 8:45. The Boy got me to my class and we peeked in. There was only one other person, a girl, sitting inside. The Boy looked at me and smirked, "Only you and another Non-Trad (non-traditional) would get here early." Then he smiled, walked away and I was on my own. I walked in, eyes searching for what I thought would be the only left hand little chair-desk in the world (my college had one...for the whole school...in the science building) However, I found a plethera of them in this classroom. (To which The Boy replied later; "That's because UNM is ADA compliant." Stinker!) I picked one second row back right in front of the teacher's desk. (Yes, I'm a nerd, I asked a lot of questions too.)

I made friends with the girl inside and then with the boy that walked in after me, who informed the two of us that class didn't in fact start until 9:20. We had a good time laughing and joking with each other until more kids walked in and to continue talking and laugh just seemed odd. So everything got quiet until the teacher walked in and began. I was relieved the moment I heard him hablando espanol porque a veces it's hard for me to understand people I don't know very well. I enjoyed class and by the end had homework, a lab to go at 1:00 and a placement test to take. So I ran home for lunch because after gym early in the morning, the bike ride, the brain work and the forgotten apple, I was hombre!

Ran home for a quick lunch and reading of the blogs I follow (eeeeala...def. a nerd) and then back to school. To a building that could have been located in Munich for all I knew. I had gotten spotty directions from fellow classmates and was just hoping to wing it. HA. There was no winging. Actually, there was parking the bike way farther away then need be, walking around campus in circles trying to get my bearings and then going to the two places that I knew for a point of reference and starting over. Finally found the place.

Only my friend from class and one other person showed up for the lab session. I took the placement test afterwards. I scored at a 301, which for my other Bennington friends means that technically I should really be taking Espanol Tres. That is so totally not true. (Which is exactly what I said to the proctor btw.) My reading skills are really high, because I spend a lot of time reading it at school. However, this does not mean that I can speak and write it as well as I can read it.

Came home, sat down with my homework right away. I'm so into this. I can't wait to be fluent.

Still love going to the gym in the mornings.