I'm one of "those" non-trads

Back in my young, whippersnapper days at Missouri Southern, I admit that I made fun of the non-traditional students in my classes. You know the ones, the older students that rolled their suitcases full of books around campus. Well, I have become one of those people. At first I transferred to my rolly-bag because I was pregnant and my mommy made me. I am no longer pregnant (THANK GOD), but I have come to appreciate my mini suitcase. Make fun of me if you will.
Working full time and having a family while trying to finish a degree is, by no means, any easy task. However, I am learning some interesting life lessons through this experience. Here are some of the things I learned this evening:

1. If you put a baby tooth in a glass of Coke, it will completely disolve. I cannot wait until my children lose teeth so I can give it a whirl!

2. Even the smartest people I know have difficulty correctly entering money and making a beverage selections from these new inventions they are calling "vending machines."

3. My respect can be earned by giving me a piece (or 2) of any type of chocolate dessert.

4. I am willing to turn my back on a diet for a piece (or 2) of any type of chocolate dessert.

5. Packing tape can invisibly mend the hem of dress pants.

6. You can't judge a class by its title. I have been dreading "Biblical Perspectives" for over a year, but it turns out that this may be the most interesting class I'll have as a non-trad. Of course, any class is considered a barrel of laughs after finishing a class about "Dealing with Crisis."

7. I get in trouble for talking in class as much as an adult as I did as a teenager in high school. (Note: This did not happen tonight. It happened in my last class, but I am just now getting around to mentioning it.)

8. If you choose Song of Solomon as your favorite book of the Bible, your classmates label you a sex maniac. Then, throughout the remainder of the class, everything you say will be considered vulgar.

9. Adults spread rumors too, but adults aren't as succesful at it. (Another note: This is a reference from my work day, not my school night.) In junior high, a baseball term (1st base, 2nd base, etc.) would be referenced, but grown-ups don't seem to be that witty.

10. A bag full of Arby's food can make a 15 hour day seem almost bearable.

PSA-- Stay in school...because returning after an extended hiatus just sucks.

I would like to thank those people who made this post possible. Without your knowledge and zaniness, I would be nothing. Consider this an official shout-out to Nazaline's Incubator, Kelli with an I, and The One Affected by Workplace Gossip.

Until tomorrow.

~H