Back to the Future XVII

It's a rule of Dylan's preschool that children who show some sign of illness should stay at home and not come to school for the day. Dylan has a cold today and will not be able to attend. He does look a bit green today, as depicted in this self portrait.

On another note, I started school again this past weekend. I am taking a business sales class and a psych 101 class. My business sales instructor is an incredibly smart and witty liberal who said this in the first five minutes if class: "My name is (insert name here), I will be teaching your sales class this semester. I would also like to take this time and say that our president is incompetent." I have a funny feeling that I will love this class. If only I could put my finger on why....

My psych class is exactly how I imagined it to be. There is a savvy, well-dressed, soft-spoken woman teaching me all about the early pioneers of psychology development, the physiological aspects of the brain and nerves, and the disorders that can be diagnosed. The only thing that caught me off gaurd in the class was the fact that my instructor looks just like my mom...in about twenty years. I cannot express how difficult it is to concentrate on Willhelm Wundt (the father of psychology) when I am realizing how great my mom looks in the future. Her skin was better than any twenty- year olds I have seen. Here's looking at you, mom!

My only problem (so far) with the school this semester, is that during lunch, the Student Council has their meetings. No, that's not the problem, really. It's because someone thought it was a good idea to have their meetings in the cafeteria and give them a microphone. Now, I am assuming that anyone who is reading this already knows my situation. I must eat my enitre meal at home within 3 minutes. The kids don't like to see me sit. So, it's easy to see how I can really enjoy my quiet time at school during lunch. I get to socialize with other adults, study for a test that is in the next class, or just watch the creamer in my coffee swirl around. You can imagine my shock, disgust, and horror when I heard a woman badgering us to join the school play. SCHOOL PLAY?! What? Apparently, as my mother traveled forward in time, I (and all my classmates) traveled back in time to my second grade. Maybe I can win the "Clean Plate Award" again! Clearly, this will be a long semester.

Please take the time to visit my sister in Taiwan as she makes me look like an ass for complaining.