Today I walked over to the Student Services Center and registered for a graduate level course. I haven’t been in school in fifteen years. Because I took a class at the university during the summer session of 1988, I was still in the system with a different name and my parent’s old pre-911 address. I had to get all sorts of things worked out. The man at the registration desk kidded me about having only taken one class. He wondered why I didn’t take all my undergraduate classes at the school. At least he said “Oh you got a B” loud enough so everyone knew I didn’t flunk that particular class.
The class only meets once a week at night for 2 hours and 40 minutes. It sure will be interesting to see what school is like for me at this stage of my life.