plaid skirt, white socks, mary janes
Foundations of Business starts tomorrow, it is past midnight, I need to leave at 6:00 am to make it to class by 8:00 am (stopping for coffee and gas along the way, and making time for the unexpected).
Am I the least bit tired? OF COURSE NOT.
I finished working on my homework -- the McCaskey case -- last night, reviewed it during lunch at work today, and printed it out with a shrug (what do I know how good it is? It's my first case!).
Tonight I've been reviewing and memorizing my route, even though I know it by heart after all the trips I made to 409 Commonwealth Avenue in the spring while I was applying. I also needed to figure out where my parking garage was, so I don't have to go spiraling around early morning streets of Boston in a panic, trying to find parking. It'll be expensive, but I don't have the patience for the T just yet, and I can't be feeding a meter every 2 hours during orientation.
Do the meters run on weekends in the Back Bay? I have no idea. I am sure I will find out in some sad-making way.
I am excited and nervous. Excited because I can't wait to be back in school again, and nervous because I am anxious about how I will juggle this with a very demanding job.
I was working a concert this evening, enjoying the cool late summer breeze, and reflected on how the last time I was in grad school, I was after a degree. This time, I am looking to learn -- to gain actual knowledge about leadership, management, and analysis. Some areas I am already strong in, some I am not. In all areas, I expect to experience a rapid growth curve.
I can't wait.
When I was a kid, a little kid, my mother would always take me to Sears or to JC Penney's to buy one really nice outfit for the first day of school. As I grew older, it became increasingly uncool to mark the first day of school with a special frock or shiny brown shoes that screamed their newness. It bespoke an unbecoming overeagerness that we didn't want to be branded with.
But I never lost the desire to wear something special on the first day. My love of ritual started young, and I always wore something special, even if it was hidden, or encoded so that only I knew.
One year I wore my father's socks, for strength.
One year I wore my best friend's sweatshirt, for solidarity.
One year, when we were all dressing like (Lucky Star era) Madonna, I wore my great-grandmother's lace gloves. Because my great grandmother was awesome.
Tomorrow I will be wearing a talisman, too. If you see me, ask me what it is.
Right now, I should really try to sleep.
Posted: August 23, 2008 12:27 am | 0 comments
Tags: anxiety, clothes, first day at school, mom, school, shopping
