Learning

So, these last three weeks are the starting of school for this house. Lots of learning to be done :)

Trev started his first day of Kindergarten. Our lil Trev-Trev is growing up :) I thought L would have been the one to have the hardest time with this Trev going to school because he spent so much more time with him when he was a baby than the other children. It turned out I boo-hooed the whole way down the driveway and all the way back to the house.

Mark started his first day of 5th grade. It's his last year in elementary school....wow! L just realized he was in 5th grade week before school started....lol.

Ross started his first day of 8th grade. So he has started his last year of middle school. So, my "Rosserdo" will be a high schooler next year! Not rushing it....but it's a shocker!

Then, the week before the kids started, I started my last semester of college. I have worked sooooo hard to get to this stage, I cannot even describe the feelings I have to finally be here! It took so long to get my AA, then to be here....so close to my BA.....so happy! Then to decide whether or not to go on for my Master's degree. My advisor has told me she thought I should and that I would do wonderfully at it. That feels wonderful to me.

I'm not that into my Judicial Process class. I was excited about it before school started, but now.....not so much. The teacher is new to the college, so he doesn't really know how "we roll." He hasn't tried to learn our names or to really teach us. The first part of the class (15-20 min) is him doing a few PowerPoint slides. Then the rest of the class (hour and half or more) is discussing our discussion questions we submitted the night before. But I feel like he really doesn't say anything during our discussions, so I feel like I'm left to my own. I am a Sociology major....not a law major. I feel left out in the class. 

Love my NC History class. It is soooo cool learning new things about my own state! 

And of course....I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my Social Movement class. I'm in my grove in there :) 

So this house is full of learning :) 

Tidbit I learned *The word "bootlegger" came from the Prohibition Era. The people who would come in on the carriages would have the alcohol in bottles or flasks in their boot leg, then people would ask them for a drink from their boot leg....thus, they were bootleggers.