I am a college student - yes I am

So I have completed my second week of college and have so much writing material available that I don't know where to start. So I think I'll tell you about my first day and a classmate's shoes. Yes, shoes. Always a good topic.

I was waiting outside the classroom for my French teacher to show up and unlock the door. Other students began appearing, and we all stood in the narrow hallway and looked at each other. Surprisingly, I felt like a part of them. When I first tried going to school after being married it felt really strange. Doesn't feel strange anymore. Guess I've reached the "I'm 35 years old and don't care anymore" point of life. It feels good. Anyway...

Along comes this cute little college student, in a very pretty, flower-printed sundress. And shoes. Silver pointy shoes. I am quite proud of myself for supressing my laughter. I don't think my eyes even twinged. I thought about her all day - walking to classes, which consists of buildings that are approximately 2 miles apart from each other. In silver pointy shoes. And I was very glad that I had chosen my cushy Sketchers.

I'm REALLY liking school. It's a very different approach from my previous college experience. Mainly because I am interested in learning what is being taught and not just coasting my way through class so I can check another credit off my list.

I can converse in French. Well, if you want to know my name, nationality, and marital status - then I can converse in French. See... Bonjour. J'mappelle Colleen Henstra. Je suis americaine. Je suis mariee. Impressed? My kids are. I tell them something in French and they are so marveled at their mom that they begin laughing. Then they tell me that I'm funny. Not really sure what that is about; I haven't learned any French jokes yet.