Hit the Big Red Button!

In the words of the Staples ads: “That was easy.”

I spent all day worrying about going to my first Stats class. I worried silently. I worried aloud. I worried that I was worrying too much. I counted down all day (”three more hours ’til stats class…”), and by the time my “work school” ended and it was time to drive to my “learning school”, I’m pretty sure my stomach was about an 8.9 on the Richter Scale.

And, of course, it was all fine.

I have taught at least five students in the class, as I suspected, but they all seemed glad to see me (and a bit surprised that I wasn’t teaching them, especially since I have the same last name as the prof). Several of the students in the class are my age or older, and at the end of class, one of my best friends from high school (whom I hadn’t seen in about fifteen years) came up to me. (I hadn’t noticed her in class because I was sitting in the front row — I focus much better up there.)

That was all the social goodness. Academically, the class seems like it’s going to be okay. The prof takes the time to explain things as she goes, and gives really good examples to help us visualize the concepts. Weekly assignments will be given a week in advance of the due date, which means I won’t have to worry about trying to cram it into the middle of a work week — I can do it over the weekend. That, I think, was my biggest concern — trying to grasp things under pressure. Instead, I’ve got some breathing room.

I think that this course will be a-okay. Now, tomorrow I get to see what Intro to Space Studies has in store.