Back to work tomorrow after having the summer off. Yuck. I'm going to miss my girl. I don't think I would dread it so much if the music teacher hadn't nabbed me two weeks ago while I was painting my office. Now I have to do a presentation on communication skills with her band and choir on my first two days back. I have barely an idea of what I'm going to do and I hate being in front of groups of people.

Classes start on Wednesday for the two courses I'm taking. I'm pretty excited to get going on this. I'm a little nervous about how well I'm going to do. I have several papers to write and it's been a long time since I've last written one.

I googled my old job last night and I'm feeling a little nostalgic. I loved that place. Most of the people are still there. It sounds like it has improved by leaps and bounds in the service delivery. I kinda wish I were still there. Except for the $13 an hour. My old coordinator has gone back to school and is now the psychotherapist. I'm a little jealous. I wish I were almost done my schooling, not just starting over again.