School started today, which means hubby and I began our fall schedule of waking up at 5:30 on MWF mornings to go teach, between the two of us, our five writing classes from 7:15 a.m.-11:35 a.m. Early does not describe that time of morning adequately. But perhaps painful. Quiet. Prayerful. And this morning, rainy.
I already love my students. I can tell they are pumped about starting to party college, and as much as I joke about them, freshmen hold a special place in my heart. Ten years ago this week, I started college far away from my family and friends, and my choice of college has impacted nearly every part of my adult life. It's been a wild, wild decade. What surprises will the next one bring?
Life lesson from today: it is exponentially more difficult to put on mascara at 6 a.m. than at 8 a.m. *Sigh.*