Back to school

So, going back to schools seems like the commendable thing to do, but so far it has been like a game of "I dare you to..."

I was all signed up and ready to go, and then I get a mysterious letter in the mail telling me I have a math test in just three days.

I had not truly looked at serious math since high top sneakers were last in fashion, and math was not fashionable then either.

It was on Algebra, Trig, Geometry and Arithmetic. I looked over some of it and it looked just as obtuse as ever. The word Polynomial sound like a high fiber cereal my kids would never touch, and probably nor would I, and I just did not like the sound of a math test

I go down to the school on a rainy, overcast day and up the many strong, cement stairs. It was actually so tremendously exciting walking into a school building with all the other students.

I have never been to College. I have done online courses, but very Orthodox religious girls do not go to secular College until they are married- if at all- as they would be too 'tempted by secular ideals and peer pressure.'

So there I was in my first school with a mixed gender population and I realized that this will be momentous for me on so many levels.

The test was all on the computer, multiple choice answers, and I did decently, except that I was rewarded with the dubious pleasure of placement in an algebra course.

Then I look at the final checklist and see that I need to get a shot before I can be admitted to school.

I have never liked shots. They are nasty sharp things thought up by some Doctor with way too much time on his hands. I was 'that child' running out of the Doctors office and two blocks away when the needle came out glistening with whatever foul concoction was in it, at the time.

So I dutifully pick up the shot from the pharmacy. Of course my insurance didn't cover such 'electives, so my miserable shot was $159.99 plus my $30 dollar office copay to have said shot, shot into my arm. There the box sat, throbbing in the fridge all night, like Edgar Allen Poe's 'Telltale heart'. The next morning I came in, my wonderful Doctor gave me the shot, said my arm would be stiff for a bit and left the room. It was fine, seriously... the point is... nasty sharp thing!

Yes, I am terribly excited for school, and as far as I am concerned bring it on... but what the heck will they think of next?