Being reminded of primary school excitment for the first day of classes by your own giddiness and inability to avoid showing up to your classes, even the second day, early. Yesterday we got the basics of the classes and spent an hour learning how to lie convincingly. Today I get to play with Adobe Photoshop while the rest of the class learns to use it and then I get to sit and write. I forgot how exciting it is to really want to go to classes.
And I assign grapefruit juice and dreams in other languages. Allergy medicine that kicks in fast, and sunlight that sneaks through my window to wake me up more gently than an alarm clock ever could.
I assign long phone calls and photos taken just for me.
I assign my entire good mood because I don't have any more time to explain, given I have one of those classes in ten minutes.
