Finally...

I finally have a few minutes to myself on the computer! Every since school started, the kids have had the computer all day. I never realized just how much time I spend on here, until I couldnt be here. We are still trying to get settled into the routine of school for everyone, plus having a life at the same time. Easier said than done around here.

   I started my own class this week, and I think its going to be another good semester. I have the same professor I had last semester, and I really enjoy being in her class. I had my speech class on the same floor about three semesters ago, and I hated speech. Every time I went to class I had this dreadful, nauseous, panicky feeling that lasted pretty much the entire semester. So now, even all this time later, I have a slightly apprehensive feeling being in that building. How strange is that? I guess those neural connections are hard to break once they get wired in that way....! I was certain I would die in speech class. When my turn would come up, my heart would race and pound, my mouth felt like it was full of cotton and I feared I would throw up, wet my pants or die.Or all three at once.In fact,they say public speaking is the second most feared thing other than death. I believe them. I felt like a condemned prisoner on my way to the gallows every speech night. Luckily, I didn't throw up,wet my pants or die. I just don't like Hartnett Hall that much anymore. But I somehow got through it, and got an A and I never have to take that class again. Thank God.

Virginia