First day. Here goes nothing

The little bro says, 'Altie, you're going to school?' And I mumble from the computer, 'No, what are you talking about?'
'Ma says shes taking you to school.'
Thinking, thinking, my brain is moving so slow... 'OH! Yes! I'm going to school tonight...'

Then it hit me. Ouch. I have to sit in a classroom?? My experience with that in the past hasn't been that great. Me and classrooms, we don't mix too well.

Bright white walls, they almost blind me. Fluorescent lighting, tables in a semi-circle, a blackboard, teacher's desk. Ya, this looks like a classroom to me. New faces, girls I've never met. Married women, with shaitels. All here for the same purpose; to learn something. Nervous gulp.

Teacher comes in, seems sweet enough. Math class. Okay, I'm good at that. Tells us we are starting with the basics. Addition. Subtraction. I almost laugh. Really? That far back? (Lesson learned: NEVER laugh before you know what is to come.)

An hour and a half later, eyes drooping, head hammering, basic knowledge in math restored. Rusty brain not so rusty anymore. Thinking I might need to switch to higher level, thinking I should give it some more time, thinking I need to stop thinking so much.

Go home on the subway, falling asleep, notebook and folder in hand, feeling all grown up and important. Want to scream to the world: I'm old now!! I'm in the big world of college!!' Realizing that no one really gives a hoot. So I keep quit.

The possibilities, the opportunities, the potential, well, there's a lot of all that. And it's just beginning....

Will it work? We shall have to wait and see.