Papyrus Smear

Tonight's blog finds me thoughtful, reflecting on the events of my day, in particular, my evening. Small group was good - full of discussion, emotion, opinions, etc. I can't get Amy Pie out of my mind...I love her...I hope she is ok...I hope she has at least one of her girls in bed with her tonight, snuggled tight, close beside her.

Class was great today...a month into class and I still feel so collegiate walking across "campus," crunching leaves underfoot, my jansport over my left shoulder. I don't care if it's Mott, a.k.a. thirteenth grade - I am learning and it feels great. It's funny how life happens when you're planning out your life. As a child, I had always imagined myself attending Spring Arbor College - my parents' alma mater - immediately after high school, following the steps of many cousins, aunts and uncles before me, carrying on the family legacy. But life took a turn as it always does, and I find myself a first year student at 29 attending a nearby community college while taking care of a family. I feel such a sense of accomplishment as I prepare lunches, sign permission slips, look for Joel's belt, take meat out for supper,drop two kids off at school and one at the sitter's and finally settle into my seat in classroom 2009.

As the clock pushes midnight, my eyelids are finally getting heavy...I should close...g'nite.