son of aw crap

In about a half-hour I have to leave for the orientation of my Master Gardener's class, which means I'll have to meet and greet about 70 people from Ocean County, half of whom are mentors. I look forward to meeting Vandella, who is mine. I've spoken with her via phone a few times.

But I have great trepidation about being in a crowd of strangers that large, and about being in school again, two days a week for the next three months. Van tells me that she took the class about five years ago, after she retired, and not to worry since she must have been out of school longer then, than I have been by now.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean her brain turned to mush the way mine has.

Oh well. We'll see. Today I get the book (which looked to be about 5 inches thick when I peeked at it in December) and the run-down of what volunteer time will be required of us, and where the opportunities are. I'd like to head to the tick lab. But that's just me.

Anyway, I'm off on an adventure. I'm a grown-up, dammit, and I shouldn't feel this uncertain. How bad can it be? I'll let you know.