Morgan started back to school two weeks ago, and that’s brought some changes for the whole family. He didn’t register until the last minute due mostly to his own social anxiety issues and not understanding the financial aid system. And I mean literally the last minute. The night before the first day of classes, in fact. I’d been asking him for his schedule, which he kept forgetting to give me, and it took me a stupidly long time to realize what was going on. That night I gave him a promise of amnesty (meaning I wouldn’t get mad at him if he’d done something stupid) and he confessed all. Then and there we sat down with his program, the course catalog and his computer and got him registered to what we could. It was too late to get into one of his required computer science classes, but we got him in Game Design, math and econ. But to keep his financial aid, he had to carry at least 12 credits, and he had to retake one core class that he’d failed, so that class wouldn’t count towards his load, so it had to be 15 credits. He’s taking a badminton/racquetball class which satisfies part of his health requirement, and then I told him to just take something he was interested in even if it wasn’t in his program. In the end we found a basics of photography class which I hope will inspire him.
The biggest problem is, because of the last minute registration, he didn’t get a good pick of times, so he’s got a tough schedule. His math class is at 7:35 a.m. MWF, the racquetball class at 8, and the game design class meets in the evening. So on Mondays he’s at school from 7:30-6, and Tuesdays from 8 a.m.-10 p.m. Which is a long ass day. The rest of the week isn’t too bad, as he’s done by early afternoon, which kind of makes up for it, but those first two days are tough.
But this impacts the whole family. Montco (Montgomery County Community College) is right on my way to work, and with it being so early, it doesn’t make sense for him to take the bus when I can just drop him. But I have to drop the kids off at school first. I had been dropping them around 7:30, but since that’s when Morgan would have to be at school, we’re having to get up earlier and out the door sooner, which hasn’t been easy. I’ve only set my alarm fifteen minutes earlier, but it means me getting moving 45 minutes sooner than I was, and getting the kids moving, which is even harder. You wouldn’t think such a short time change would make a difference, but it really does. I was so exhausted last week I literally crashed out every night by 8:30 or 9. I’m bad with daylight savings time, too, so change is not my friend when it comes to time and sleep. I think we’re all starting to get used to it a bit. I wasn’t as tired last night, at least, although I needed high explosives on Xander this morning. So we’ll get there.
But the three mom!cab runs on Tuesday nights kind of blow.