I do not have anything profound to say, I have lots of thoughts. School started on Monday and like any nightmare freshman class of going to the wrong class, it happened. I went to the qrong class. I loved the teacher, but it is not perminent. The correct teacher that I have is like that nerd in Role Models, the one that has been at helping hands for way to long. If he was a woman and taught at Trident, it owuld be my teacher!
My English class is going to be awesome, the teacher, Mr. Hart, is an older guy that reminds me of my dad.
With all this school (4 nights a week and 40 hours of work), like is busy. I have guilt for Dallas being coupt up all day, so I usually get up early and head to the dog park and try to get some quiet time or other reading done. This semester is going to be a ride, so hold on Robertson's!
I got quite the treat last night. I walked home from work (before you feel sorry for me, our door is aobut 10 yards from my office) and walked in the house and dinner was ALREADY in the oven and about to come out in 10 minutes. What a treat to have a sit down dinner and relax before I had to leave for class!! THANKS FRANK!!!
Here are some pretty photos from Nicaragua that sound brighten your day!