By 7:3o this morning Julie and I found ourselves standing down town at the bus stop, coffee mug in hand, raccoon eyes skillfully disguised, anxiously awaiting the hospital shuttle. Our first day was underway...only 280 to go. We were feeling somewhat confident as we pridefully rejected the help of our resident security officer and boarded the bus. We were neither lost nor confused, thank you. Of course they say pride comes before a fall and we were humbled as the bus came to a stop near an unfamiliar side of the hospital and we found ourselves clueless as to where we should disembark.
Not long after we found ourselves in settled into ART 2008, our new home for 5 months of Mondays, and were presented with a 4 inch binder. Free school supplies? No, no, just our SYLLABUS! And so it begins.
Tonight Julie and I twiddle our thumbs and enjoyed the calm...before the storm. On a less dramatic note we are both excited about the months to come and both commented that the whole experience seems "very right."
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