Back to School

Classes start up again today and I had my requisite anxiety dream last night, you know, the kind of dream where you go to school and you realize that you forgot to wear panties. Except in this dream I was getting a haircut, a really bad one, and in trying to get it fixed realized I had missed my first day of classes. As anxiety dreams go, it wasn't a really bad one and I guess it's because I'm not really nervous, just excited. This is after all the second semester of the year. But last semester, well, yes indeed, I was nervous. I was returning to school after a 20+ year hiatus. My nervousness didn't last long once I sat my butt in one of those fantastic students desks. I looked around me and realized that some of the class were folks like me, though not quite as old, and some of the folks were kids (young twenty somethings like my daughters) so there was really nothing to be freaked out about. So in honor of my first day of classes, I took a self portrait. You see, when my girls were growing up I always took a picture of them on the first day of school. Every year. When my first daughter went off to college, she kindly had her roommate take a picture of her on her first day and she e-mailed it to me. She kept this up all four years. Ain't she great?