back to school used to be such a fun day... you'd do your back to school shopping, whining for hours to your parents because you wanted them to buy you the cool trapper keeper with my little pony and get all the matching glittery pencils and pencil case. even as it became more practical when i got older there was always the chance to buy new clothes and get supplies for the year which was fun and exciting. when the time finally came, you'd strap your backpack to your back and walk out to the curb to catch the bus, your parents going into work late that day to watch you from the porch or driveway and wave and take pictures...
monday is my first day back to school. i'm not looking forward to it so much as resigned to it. i purposely chose to get through school like this, one semester after another, with no stopping or summer off... and i like it almost as much as it is driving me crazy. one big plus about it is that everything is fresh in my mind because i've taken so many classes in a short time... this semester i decided to step it up a notch and sign up for 6 classes, but i've only been able to get 5 so far. i'm still waiting for drop add to mix it up a bit more... i'll be working with grandma 3 days a week and going to school on two... not too bad a deal. it'll be busy though so i'm a little worried about being able to handle it all, especially come midterm or finals time.
i also decided today to accept the fact that i am truly NOT ambidextrous. i tried to paint my fingernails and did a great job on my left hand, so i was feeling pretty good when i switched over to tackle my right. i found when i started on my thumb that i was less moving the brush with my left hand than holding my left hand still and moving my right fingers under the brush back and forth. the strain and concentration of it had me spazzing out and i somehow managed to get nail polish on my knuckle. the only thing worse was when i tried to paint my toes. i'm convinced that the further the appendages are from the brain the more they have a mind of their own. every time i started to paint, my toes kept bending and stretching around while i was staring them down and daring them to move again. after about 45 min and a lot of work from my polish remover pen (for cleaning up the all the mess around the nails) i smiled at my handiwork and started putting all my nail kit stuff away. as i was putting it back under the sink i promptly hit my hand and messed up half the nails i'd done and smudged a few others. i thought about taking it all off again but decided it would just have to do for now. i am now a walking advertisement for why people should go to a nail salon instead of trying to get that salon fab look at home...
