Snack time

In my wildest dreams i never imagined food as an issue in college life.  Peolple who know me and love know my issues.  Belive me when i say food is not one of them.  When i can not fit into my jeans i simply whatch the things i put in my mouth.  Nourishment consists of mountain dew and doritos.  When i am on a weight loss mission the sight, smell and thought of food is blocked from the senses.  After about a week i slip on those to tight jeans and snap them proudly shut.  Then my erratic eating style kicks back into high gear. 
So i wrangle my car into the parking lot not giving my lack of breakfast a thought.  My mom always made sure me and my sister had breakfast, i also do so for my children.   Lately, my schedule allows me to quickly suck down a fountain mountain dew and chew a piece of long lost trident at the bottom of my purse.  I was mortified when my growling stomach would not quiet itself in class. I feel the entire class can hear my moans and groans.  There was no way to blame anyone else.  I notice a fellow student sucking on a peppermint.  As his tongue maneuvered that candy around his mouth  and against his teeth, i just close my eyes.  Could he just chew the dumb thing up and swallow it.  Somebody was chomping their Hubba Bubba.  There was no snapping or popping involved because she smiled and talked with her mouth open.  It was like watching dirty laundry roll around in the washing machine.  Please close your lips before i PUKE!  Right then and there i made a decision.  When i lay out my kids clothes for the next day, i would lay something for me to munch on the next day.  Many classmates may snack durning class and listen intently.  My future preoccupation shall be the ingestion of info .

Scorched

My decision to return to school was not reached with blinders on.  I knew that most of the normal rituals in my life would be disturbed. Oh my goodness! I had absolute no inkling of the horror about to occur. I heard a rap artist recently. He said he would like to party all night til he was dead.  Well this fellows stairway does not go all the way to the top.  With that much free time I would sleep. I need rest!!! My body craves a soft bed and a pillow. My eyes are like burning coals that leave permanment dark circles under my lashes.  Yes, i do have respect for my body along with my eye sockets, but i can not regress on my ultimate quest.  A higher education.  There is not a desire for admiration from my peers or subordinates.  I could care less if i had 10 titles after my name or no titles at all.  It is just that simple.  I can not lay stagnate in the sand and allow my brain to scorch.  I am tired.  I must study for the biology test.  I must read and absorb 4 chapters tonight.  Oh ya and the homework that is due in the A.M.  Alrighty then! Grab another cup of coffee and one more energy bar.  This too shall pass and i will make it to class.

Been under too long.

As that long departed famous jelly doughnut eater would say, "Thank you, thank you very much."  Finally, i am cruising up and down these Hallowed hallways, looking for the correct classroom.  Actually, This feels like the first time "I am in the groove".  Without being to obvous, i notice a large percentage of wayfaring  participants doing exactly the same thing i am doing.  Slide discreetly through appropriate door.  Find seat in the middle of the class, close to the EXIT sign. Classmates practically sitting on top of my lap learns Ban does wear off, Before the day wears on.  Figure clever method of transmitting common sense.  Low riders and thong underwear are such a nasty combination.  Especially when the student is sitting smake dab in front of me.  I make a curious observation after everyone picks their oasis for the upcoming two hours.  A portion of the class is prepared with pen and notebook on top of the desk.  The remainder of the class just fidgits. They remind me of chopping white onion pieces floating in congealed crisco. Yep, they are cooked, they are ready, they just do not know what they are ready for.  As for me and my notebook, we will do as we are told.  Mom used to drive me nuts with all her crazy quotes.  This time the tidbits of advice seem to fit just right. Take notes, lots of notes because that instructor is not here for an audition.  Ask questions, sort it out and pay attention.  Once you bind it all together and make it work you will recieve that golden chalice-a passing grade.  Then maybe you can poke your head out in the surf and breathe.

Time for the O2 mask

It is quite possible that i have given myself a pat on the back way to soon this morning.  Kids are fed, dressed and on their way to school.  The babu is secure and in safe hands until my class is over.  I mad a quick stop at the corner gas station for a pick me up.  Now with Mountain Dew in hand and the SUV on cruise, i am on the raod again.  My first real week of college studies and i can not wait!!  After carefully maneveuring my car into the fast disappearing parking spots, i turn my car off in complete and utter amazement.  Oh sure, there are tight, quaint groups of college groupies migrating towards some unknown point of enterance.  The most intriging folks appear to be in robot phase.  Depart vehicle with backpack hanging, shake head to alert frontal lobe and open eyes, trod in unison to some point of no return.  OH MY GOSH!!! I am positive i am not in Kansas anymore.  At least i am able to blend in with my current fashions on display.  It appears i may be minus a few tiny blings on my body.  No face piercings that dangle, blink or catch snot from my nose.  No tatoo to express my religious beliefs, deceased pets, or poetry calligraphy of redundit thoughts of words.  It is just me.  I did not spike my hair, shave my head to make a statement.  I also did not arrive braless or with shiny toenails .  I came to learn, ingest education that may just require a little help from an oxygen mask.

Diving Lessons

Ah yes, I am most definitely loving this feeling of euphoria. The sun is like a lovely, warm heating blanket flowing over my skin.  The lackadaisical breeze gently blows on the skin that i have exposed.  I must jump up to the experience mounds of soft, white sand in between my toes.  This tiny movement causes goosebumps to appear, as if they were on command.  Only slightly do i feel the tiny particles shake down to the ground.  Down to the place of origin-the beach. How i love the crisp, quiet ringing of the beach.  Ringing?  What the heck is ringing doing on my beach?  My beautiful beach is disintegrating and my open eye lid observes a snoopy alarm clock waiting to be slapped.  This is it.  Once more, with feeling, i ask myself if i have lost my mind.  i am going back to school and this time i must learn.  I must absorb the knowledge of the career i have finally chosen and do a mind meld with the stuff that is already in my brain.  Who really know what lies dormant in there?  It has been so long since i memorized any really useful knowledge.  I am scare. Not intimidated by the warning light flashing in my gut, just scared.  Two children to get off to school every morning, one baby to diaper, feed and keep on a schedule, hours of homework and a household to maintain.  I am taking the big dive. Can i do it?  Yes, i can!!!

The Big intro!

The stuff i am sharing in my info is important to me but maybe not to you. Trust me it will change anyhow here is a little bit about me. My name is Megan. I am from Elmwood orginally but later moved to Morton with my own family. I have some well alot of conservative views but am open to new thing now that i am really learning to live. I have 3 beautiful kids that can be very trying alot of the times thats what makes me love them even more. Til a couple weeks ago i was a full time mom and housewife. I have begun a journey that i am ready to embrace.