fire and control

I know I’m not technically “in college” but it still feels nice to be back in the swing of college.  Well, OK, by “college” I mean:

1.  This class is taught by a friend of mine whom has never taught the class before and is seriously wingin’ it.

2.  My Mom drops me off and picks me up.

3.  Mackenzie and/or the instructor’s dogs are in class every week

Other than that, I have my little messenger bag, my notebook and pens, a syllabus, a binder, and I get to dress up like a college student.  It almost makes me want to go to graduate school.  Except then I would have to take the GRE.