Your Mom goes to College...but I don't.

I went to the mailbox yesterday (clothed) and found a fun box containing a Close to My Heart catalog and a couple of fun magazines! So fun! (Thank you, Treena)

But, also in my mailbox is this catalog that comes every few months and every time I see it...I'm sad.

It's a catalog filled with all the classes available at our community college. I've always wanted to go to college. Always.

I don't really know why since I don't really have a desire to have a career but I just love to learn. I love to have random information in my head.

It might also be that I love school supplies. Like Trapper Keepers and Pee Chees and pencils with really cool erasers on top and the lil grip thingy so you don't get a pencil bump. Sharpies and mechanical pencils. I love it all.

But really, that's not why I want to go to college. I can't say why I want to go, because I really don't know why. It's just always been something in my heart. But, it costs money (which we don't have) and time away from home (which I don't have) so I'm thinking I'm going to have settle living vicariously through Amber, who is going to college.

Even if I could go, I probably wouldn't. How silly does that sound?! I have fears. Fears like you wouldn't believe. A few of them:

Where's the front door?
Do I wear a backpack?
If I do wear a backpack, do I sling it over one shoulder or both?
Do we have assigned seats?
Do I have to ask to use the restroom?
Will I be called on and if I don't know the answer, everyone will chuckle?
What if I can't find my class?

The list could go on and on I tell you. It really could.

So, if I had a windfall of money, most likely I still wouldn't go to college. However, it's still I dream I have and maybe...just maybe, I'll go.