
I start Spanish classes at the local community college tomorrow. Which means that tonight, I get to have an 'OMG, I haven't sat in a classroom or taken a test or gotten graded on anything in 11 years' freakout, accompanied by an 'OMG, Spanish was my worst class in high school' freakout. The day of my first Spanish final in high school, I threw up for 2 hours and the school sent me home.
The icing on the cake is that I got an email today from my instructor. It's a good thing I checked my campus email. Nobody had email when I was an undergrad, and email was so new when I was in grad school that none of my professors were really on board with it yet. Anyway, my Spanish instructor wants us to show up for class tomorrow night with our textbook. However, she didn't pass along any handy information like what the title is. Meanwhile, I barely have enough time to come home after work, change clothes, and eat dinner before I head to class anyway, but I have to head out early tomorrow to try to find the campus bookstore and hope they know which textbook I need. ::runs about waving hands in the air:: Sorry, I was having a Rodney McKay moment there.
Please don't let this suck. Please don't let this suck. Please don't let this suck.