Why yes, it appears that I am going for the "Lisa Frank" look, because I'm old, and mature, and in in Grad school, Thanks for asking.
I love my desk-hutch-thingy, but it's totally cramping my style in my super cool red room (it used to live in a different room where it actually matched). I just can't bring myself to shell out the Benjamin's and buy a white one to match the rest of the room; so this'll do for now.
Who's ready to go back to school?!
On the other hand, I am also the Queen of worry. You name it, I can worry about it. I start to get worried when my grocery cart starts to get too full at the grocery store. I worry about most things that people wouldn't even think to worry about. Which is weird, cause I'm married to Nate, and Nate is the King of cool. Nate never worries about anything, not a single thing; not even getting blown up in Iraq. ...I guess opposites attract eh?... But right now there is a list of potential things about starting school that I'm begining to worry about:
-What if I'm not smart enough?
-I don't know anyone in my program yet
-What if it's too much to handle?
-What if I don't have any idea what the teacher's talking about?
-What if the teacher's mean?
-What if my classmates are mean and no one wants to talk to me?
-What if we have to break into groups and no one wants to be in my group?
-What if I can't find a parking spot?
- What if I get called on in the middle of class and don't have the answer?
-What if everyone thinks I'm stupid?
-What if people can tell, right when I walk in the door that my undergrad was in something totally different?
-I don't have the same professional experience as everyone else
-What if I go to the wrong classroom number? (always been a worst fear of mine, show up in the wrong class)
Trust me, I could go on...and on...and on.
With that being said...I'm gonna go take a few deep breaths now.
On a lighter note, Nate got issued a bunch of new gear this weekend at drill.
So naturally, I played dress up.
Hi, I'm Nathan and I'll kick yer @$$, and yer @$$, and yer @$$
The dogs were even getting nervous...can't you tell?