Whew! Didn’t realize the implications of dropping out of my life to spend nearly three months living in a barn with two terriers and making wine. Last year, I found myself at the Doctor Doolittle level of craziness — you know, where you think you can talk to the animals. This year, I became the world’s oldest juvenile delinquent. Yup, I’m now officially a dropout. I missed so many classes and fell so far behind in my homework, I’ve had to make the difficult decision to drop, not just my Spanish class, but my HTML class as well.
Okay, that may not seem like a big deal to you. But I’m wondering if I’ll ever recover from the stigma. Throughout my life, I’ve always done the required reading, turned in the homework on time and I’ve never, ever dropped a class. But now…
Can I say in my defense, that before grapes got in the way of my academic progress, I had an A average in both classes? Nope, I didn’t think that would impress you much. Well, it’s the consolation I’m clinging to. At least until Spring semester when I think I’ll sign up for one or both classes in a community college version of a do-over.
At least the other day, since I wasn’t going to class I got to reacquaint myself with my Goddaughter, the World’s Most Beautiful Baby. So what better way to end this confessional post than with the palate cleanser of a few irresistible baby pictures: