High Expectations

The second official day of school, I was panicking. I was too old for this, my brain didn't work like it used to, I could have been reading a novel right now...I was really kicking myself for signing up for all of this work. It briefly crossed my mind that I could quit, but then I remembered that I aspired to be a good role model to my four children. Our talks about their futures always center around a solid educational foundation, and that my great regret was that I didn't go on to grad school. I gave myself a pep talk, reminded myself to keep positive, and told myself that I could do this! When I got down to business, I realized that while there were a lot of things to do, they weren't terribly difficult. The reading list alone was daunting, but hey, I love to read! I can do this! I will do this!

I have to do a good job at school. You see, my two teenagers have high expectations of me. They reminded me that I expected them to strive to get all A's, so that is what they expect of me. I wouldn't want to disappoint them, so I'd better get to work...