This last week I began a new semester of classes. In case you didn't notice summer is peeking around the corner, the days are longer, hotter, and way more relaxed around here. Not that I delude myself into thinking they are going to stay that way, I know better, but after a frantic spring semester with a full load of classes, and so many kid things on the agenda, seven credits and the beach are going to feel like a dream.
I get to venture into the world of anthropology and algebra (nice alliteration) this semester. My algebra is considered remedial, and that is just fine. I've long since come to the conclusion that it's okay to not know stuff. It is simply an opportunity to learn. My anthropology is a basic freshman course, and hopefully will be as easy as it seems. Both professors are old. We're talking they've already retired and come back to teach once in a while for fun with their hearing aids on old. And that's okay, too. They've got more stories than I can imagine and with every story I learn a little bit more about other world views, and understanding their stories, or yours, helps me understand my own.
Last semester brought me happy grades. Grades that I worked really hard for, but oh so worth all that work. It gave me a new understanding about what I am capable of, and today, that understanding gives me the best world view I can imagine. The one that tells me I can do anything!
