Tomorrow I am going to be a teacher, or at least I am going to put on my teacher hat and try to dance the jig. On absolutely no authority other than that I made it through undergrad, I am going to waltz into Burton hall room 229 and the Armory room who knows what and pretend that I have something to offer these people who are paying good money to sit in Burton hall room 229 and the Armory room who knows what. Two classes, 30 or more students, and me. I know that people who actually do know what they are doing chose me to do this job. They even decided to give me money. I just have to suck it up and know that even though I don't have three degrees that say so, I do know how to write. Let's just hope that they don't see through my act tomorrow.

While I deeply wish that I could be starting class at OBU on Wednesday, I know in my head that it is good to move on. Also, I'm really glad that although it isn't at OBU, I get to go to class this week! Such a nerdy sentiment, I know. It's just that I've never felt more myself than sitting in a classroom. I just wish I could be doing it with all of my best friends.