forty year old freshman

Fresh from my conceptual victory on Day One of my Back to School journey, I can fully admit I was feeling much more relaxed about the whole ordeal. After all, I'd been back in a classroom and had managed not to run out of it or start bawling like a little girl. And really, that was all I could have asked for in my first day back. I was confident as I strode into my next class, perhaps too confiden

If anybody would have stopped and asked, I would have swore up and down that I was just waiting for my class to start. The honest truth is, however, that I was sitting out in the hallway doing everything I could to resist the urge to run out of the college in a panic.