A Jennie at last! I started school at Warrensburg on Monday. Having whittled down my course load down to one hour a week there and the remaining 15 at JCCC, I won't be doing a ton of driving this semester. Next fall and spring, however...well...anybody have a spare car that gets 40 mpg?
As expected, the first day of class was fairly unproductive. Summed up, "Here's your syllabus. You should come to class. Please don't use your cellphone on my time." I was rather surprised to watch the classroom fill up with very young kids -- a good portion of them boys. When one walked in and asked, "Is this di-ec-tics?", I realized some might be there for the 'easy A' to fill out their schedules.
Anyway, the gist of the class will be learning exactly what I'll be doing once I become a dietitian. Which is a good thing, because I'm not quite sure. I was so happy when I had my light-bulb moment in the Chair of Fabulosity pointing me toward the career, I didn't look further -- not into what I'd have to study or what I'd be doing. I just knew it was right for me.
And really, it's probably for the best that I didn't overthink it at the time. Had I taken into account the sheer number of science classes required of me, I might have thought twice about it. I didn't think I was skilled in that field. A funny thing happens when you're doing something you're supposed to be doing...you do it well.
But I still have to admit I'm unclear of precisely what my career as a dietitian will bring to me. This class will supposedly introduce me to some of the possibilities that lie ahead. That, and I'll introduce those kids to my curve-busting ways. 'Easy A,' my ass...I mean Mule.