PGCC

I did it. I took the step. I did the research, filled out the paperwork, drove to the campus, stood in all the appropriate lines and finally came away happier but poorer.

Since I don't feel that between working two jobs (and commuting 45 minutes to an hour each way for one of them!), being a housewife, and teaching Primary I'm nearly busy enough, I've decided to throw some schoolwork on top of it all. I registered to take 3 classes - 7 credits - from Prince George's County Community College next semester, in an effort to be academically progressive between now and next January when I'll (hopefully) start attending the University of Maryland. For various reasons, my last semester at BYU wasn't great (okay okay so that's an understatement - I was put on academic warning for not taking the exams in half of my classes). I need to prove that I can do well in school before UMD will ever even consider accepting me.

It has been easy for me to talk of returning to school and finishing my degree, but it's very difficult to actually take the step forward and do it. I have a terrible fear of failure. As I was driving to the campus to register, I very nearly flipped a U-turn in the middle of the road and pretended like I'd never had the idea at all. It's too bad I had already discussed my plan with Scott - I couldn't back out. *sigh* I admit, though, that I do miss school, and am the tiniest bit excited to return.

And yet I'm completely terrified.

Adorable children

I honestly think that my niece Penelope is the most adorable child ever born. Cuter, even, than those babies in the Anne Geddes calendars. She's gotten to the stage where she'll coo and gurgle until someone pays attention to her, and if you catch her eye she starts giggling. It's wonderful. Of course I'm certainly not biased, even though I'm her aunt - my declaration is strictly factual. She's just the cutest.


While I'm on the subject of cute children, Cassy related a story last week about my nephew Porter, who is very smart and very practical. I'll tell the story in her words:

"I was asking Porter what he wanted for Christmas and told him we’d have to write a letter to Santa to let him know. He of course had a better idea, pointing out that Santa’s never even been to Washington DC and might not know how to get here. He said, 'I think I should just tell my Grandma instead.' "

The child knows where the money's at!!!