So…yesterday was my first day of class.  I woke up to sound of my nasty alarm at 5:15 in the morning.  Its probably the earliest I have been up in quite some time.  I drove out my driveway at 6:30 to commute to school in Savannah about an hour away.  My first class was Elementary Spanish.  I had two years of spanish in high school, but that was over 12 years ago.  As soon as the professor walked in she started speaking in spanish.  I had no clue what she was saying.  Needless to say, I didn’t remember anything as I thought I would have.  As she called roll, she stated that the older students in her class…the 30 and older crowd, might have a harder time catching on than the younger students would.  I thought to myself..  Yep…I’m in the old student category now.  If it wasn’t that comment that made me feel a little over the hill, it was the fact that I was in a classroom full of infants…they were all babies.  I’m also taking Abnormal Psychology and Anthropology. Overall, I am super excited about being back in class.  I realize that I love to learn and just being back in a classroom setting makes me feel right at home.  As nerdy as it sounds, I find myself trying to et the first seat right in front of the professor.  Yes, I’m that girl.