Slightly a lie -- but it's a lot better than I anticipated.
I LOVED my first class. I loved my professor, I loved my classmates, and I loved my material. I did NOT love that in three hours (he let us out an hour early) my hands were shaking from typing 10 single-spaced pages of notes (that's 6,000+ words). I also did not love that by 8:45 p.m., my eyes were drooping slightly, and my typing was getting sloppier because I was tired.
But I did love the smell of coffee beans that came from my sweet hubby as he picked me up (he had gone to a nearby coffee shop to play on his computer and wait for me). I love that I got to sleep in the car with a blanket and pillow and then simply get out of the car when we got to the house (at 1 a.m.) and transfer my body to the bed.
Did not love that Superdog, who'd been left alone for 12 hours, was wide awake and ready to play.
Did love the fact that I woke up sans alarm at 6:47 a.m. (alarm was set for 7 a.m.) and was ready to get ready for work (at 7:30 a.m.).
Did love that I treated myself with a double shot (note, not a triple) sugar free vanilla latte (no foam, nonfat milk) and a blueberry muffin from my favorite coffee shop.
Do not love that I will have to rinse and repeat next Thursday.
Do love that it lasts only until July 30.
Did not love that I was the "newbie" in the class -- all of my classmates are midway through their Ph.D. work. I was the youngest. And maybe a little intimidated. But when we got to talking and they realized this was my first class AND that I lived three and a half hours away, they started giving me pointers for what to expect for this class and from the rest of my teachers.
Rinse and repeat next week.