It's What I Know

So. The new school year is actually just code for new faces. Really cool faces by the way.

Today, two days previously, and two days hence are like a rubber stamp I pull out the last week of August (Who starts school in August? I mean, really), and the first week in September. There's always the way super duper nervous feeling the day before, spawning from haunting memories of finals week the semester previous, ripened by a great summer and a mind that tries repress the worst memories of the lot

"That just makes them worse . . ."

Ya I know. After being repressed it’s like a dementor could totally make me faint. They’re that bad. Not really. But by mentioning Harry Potter you all understand better than I can ever explain.

Then there’s the actual first day. Today was better than any other first day because guess who has matching outfits?!? Heather and I!

"You both look super cute!"

Sure do! And I’m almost totally void of the nervous feeling. I’m just excited to learn, excited to be able to say at the end of the semester, “Wow, I learned a lot.”

Now I’m going out on a limb to predict the next two days. Another day of new classes. Cue excited feelings, great expectations, lofty goals, dangerous amounts of motivation etc. Ok the next day is when I first fall asleep studying and I awake to more work then I fell asleep to. Here’s a hint: put your money on this prediction, it’s a winner.

For the time being I choose to remember the super awesome scrabble, dentist office, Krisen, Katie, family, chickie babies, and long distance phone calls centered summer. Featuring Pitbull. Obviously. And I’m glad nobody around me knows that there’s a party going on in my head with music by Justin Bieber and a surge going through my body that takes all the control I have to keep it at just gentle foot tap or occasional head bob.

What’s in a name?

The phrase that entered my mind when I decided to become an official blogger were “fight or flight.” I chose flight in the form of a completely frantic first draft of a first post, which will not be published here. From the half page list of concerns in that first draft, written in an unintelligible stream of consciousness, the only concern that emanated was that of the title. I place a lot of weight in the title because:

A. I think it is the first impression a reader (assuming they exist) gets of the blog.

That’s the only reason, but it was still very important. I didn’t want a title that sounded too depressing, or one that denoted a blog of introspection to the point of discomfort, or one that included a disclaimer for why the writing or ideas or subject matter was anything less than Pulitzer Prize winning material. I wanted a title that left me to define the blog by the content. It had to be unique but still related to the content and a good first impression of me.

“So. After all that. How’d you come up with a title like this?” she asked skeptically.

Oh gosh I don’t know. It’s still confusing even to me. Just know that when I look down it fits me in the same way Cinderella’s glass slipper fits her.