First Day of School...Again...

Today I started teaching at the community college. The topic listed on our syllabus was "Course Introduction," so I suppose, officially, I haven't actually started teaching yet. Still, it was fun and different. I think this entire experience is going to be challenging in the best possible way (and everyone can remind me of this cockeyed optimism later in the semester, when I'm bemoaning the state of America's youth, etc., etc.).

My students, thus far, seem fairly well-behaved and willing to at least be coaxed into participating. The problem? They all look the same to me. Exactly the same. They just look young and sloppily put together. The girls' hair all shines with the same sheen. The boys wear the same t-shirts. I pass a student in the hall and I'm not sure if he or she was sitting in front of me five minutes ago. They're identical. I don't know how I'll ever learn a single name.

I did get almost every one of them to smile at me when they turned in their first writing assignment at the end of class today. Not too shabby.

In other news, I continue to walk the fine tightrope line between ADULT and HOPELESSLY IMMATURE POST-ADOLESCENT (okay, I'm working on the title for the latter). This weekend was pretty much a blur of careless hedonism. There was far too much wine, a couple great parties, some questionable choices and me insisting to friends, in a slightly slurred voice, that I had no ambitions and really didn't want to do anything in particular with my life. And then Tuesday I signed the papers for my house.


This is my kitchen. I love the kitchen. I picked this house almost purely based on the stirrings of lust and desire for ownership that this kitchen inspires.

Tomorrow I have my home inspection, and I'll be signing the big old scary mortgage papers. Settlement is October 17th. Very soon. I feel this move is both terribly adult and wonderfully reckless at the same time. Wonderfully adult and terribly reckless? Not sure.