Classes are going pretty well. My Foundations class can be overwhelming at times, but I'm not about to complain about the fact there aren't any tests in the class. Group process can be dull at times, but that might also be due to the fact that I have it right after another class. The material is interesting though. My other classes are Theory (which I find fascinating, and my prof is hilarious) and Special Education (which I'm zooming through online. Having assignments done ahead of time for that class is a blessing).
In a few weeks, I'll be heading back to my old high school for a day. It's been a few years since I've gone to one of the graduation ceremonies held inside. I've kept in contact with a few old teachers. Beyond that... high school was four years ago. I only talk to a handful of people from high school. The bulk majority of my friends now are those I've met in college. Job shadowing a counselor at the school for a day should be an interesting endeavor. Part of me is a tad nervous, but I'm actually really excited for this experience. I had actually considered doing a job shadow over spring break to get a feel for the job, but now that it's part of a class assignment, I think it'll be very interesting.
The best part of being back into the swing of classes, though, is getting to spend time with my best friend. Getting to see and hang out with Vic is still the highlight of my days and nights. Nothing will ever change that. He stays over a few nights a week (he claims it's the fact I have an actual bed and air conditioning...), and he makes me the happiest girl in the world. Knowing that there is someone who cares about you as much as you care about them, who doesn't mind your ridiculousness, and supports you through the thick and thin of things...it's the best feeling in the world.
I haven't seen my parents since I moved in. We text, call, and email from time to time. Until tonight. I was sitting in the computer lab after getting a call from my mom after her first day of work (I'm so proud of her that she got a job that she is incredibly excited for - she kept joking my dad was going to kick her to the curb if she didn't find a job). I had to print a new schedule for the work studies I supervise and a few other odds and ends.
To gain access to the computer lab, residents have to use their room key. While I was printing everything, there was a knock on the door. I ignored it, thinking the resident would remember to use their key. When they knocked a second time, I decided to answer it and just let the resident in.
Only it was no resident. It was my mom. Needless to say, I was shocked. She said she couldn't go down the highway without stopping to see me. She's pretty awesome like that. And here I thought I was going to have to wait another 2 weeks when I was going home anyway to see her.
All in all, it's been a pretty awesome start to grad school. I can't wait to see how it continues.