It has been an adventure, but today my semester comes to an end. My last classes, my last assignment and the end of my tenure as a "non-traditional" student. I had fun, but I can't say that it was roses and candy. It got on my nerves a lot, but mostly, it was cool to stretch myself, write something I normal wouldn't and get to know some of the kids again.
I got to do things I never thought I would. Like being the teacher's pet and striving for that perfect grade (which I never got). I'm hoping for two A's however, and I think I'll get them. That will have to be good enough for my new found perfectionist side. I'm not sure if she'll be sticking around, but it was nice to try out for a while.
Now, it's back to the tasks at hand. Writing nonfiction has opened my eyes to all kinds of new possibilities. I'm off to explore them. Wish me luck.