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July 28, 2015



You are going to rock that college thing! So excited for you!


Kira...you mentioned going back to school in a previous post. Your mention was the final push for me. I have enrolled in University (for the first time) for the fall semester, working towards a Bachelor of Arts degree. So far, I am taking Psych 102, every Thursday morning. This is just to help me figure out what the heck school is all about. If I like it, I can see registering for more classes in the next semester. I am 58 years old, retired from a banking career, and SO excited about this!! Wish we could meet up between classes for coffee!


You have got this. I returned to school just over a year ago and am having to take all the science and math classes I skillfully avoided in undergrad in order to apply to the doctorate program I want. So I have been taking classes with 19-20yo who don't get my movie jokes and were being born when I graduated from HS.
BUT, this most challenging season has also been the most satisfying and I'm not looking back.
Best of luck to you, your writing is beautiful and I have no doubt it will take you where you need to be.

Angela Giles Klocke

"I...I'm just not sure what you were doing here. With all these...classes?"

I resemble that remark!

Seriously, though, I know you have started and it's scary, but YOU HAVE THIS! I can't wait to celebrate each step with you.


Hoping the start to EVERYONES school year has been a good one.
I'm still trying to figure out how to cope with my oldest off at college for his first year- knew it would be hard but not this hard!
Looking fwd to your next update :)

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