School Daze

I sit here today on the edge of an entirely new life.
I am incredibly excited and scared and equal to the challenge that awaits me.

Tomorrow, I begin taking college classes for the first time in 20 years! The task of going back to school and getting a degree would be daunting enough, but to top it off I am not yet accepted into the Montgomery College program of my choice (Diagnostic Medical Sonography) and run the risk that I won't be accepted by the deadline March 1.
Despite counseling with an advisor, plotting and planning, I will not have all of the required classes completed by the deadline and they could tell me I must wait an ENTIRE YEAR before applying again.
Of course, I am going to introduce myself to everyone in the department, try to befriend and charm them and then beg to be allowed into the program. I will have to play the unemployed 41-year-old card. And any other card I can find up my sleeve.
The prospect of not being accepted into the program frightens me far more than anything else.

I expect great things from myself. I demand nothing less than a 3.0 in every class, if not better. I want to achieve and prove that I can do this and I'm NOT just a trained monkey on the radio. Okay, then, at least I'll be a BETTER trained monkey.