In about 20 minutes, I leave for cooking school. It is finally starting to feel like the first day of school. I haven't had this feeling since I finished college - this is almost new, plus it means something.
Drisha meant something, but there were no grades or tests and I'm nervous now.
I mean, I'm 45 years old and changing my career and my husband thinks I'm going to end up a lunch lady (which - I doubt, but.)