Hotel rooms and birds of paradise.

Hotel rooms are cold and lonely.

And weird when you're sharing them with other people you don't know.

You learn about them in a week, but it still doesn't feel right to roll over with your brain full of 6 days worth of Doctor School stuff and not have someone you love to snuggle with you and talk about it.

My week has been more full that I could have possibly imagined.

And cold, for pete's sake.  

And the birds of paradise are EVERYWHERE.

They grow in pots and planters and all over the sides of the road.

We jump in immediately.  I have a mandatory class with my first paper due on March 24 and I have to pass the class in Critical Thinking or I'm out.  There is a lot more work that just one paper, but if you don't complete the class successfully, you're out of the program.

Three percent don't pass.

Which, they remind us, means ninety-seven percent pass.

I like my reader/faculty assessor, but I've never written for her.

Should be interesting.

I didn't pass the stats exam, so that class starts March 28, then Psychological Assessments on June 1, I think.

The last thing I want to even think about is traveling again, but I have to go to Kansas City in July for the end of one class two Psych Assessment Labs.  PALS are two days, usually.

So it means another week.  I need to get some of it now.

I'm tired.  I'm also ready to go home.

I'll take as many positive vibes as possible during my travel tomorrow.  6:45a PST to 9:15 pm EST.

Happy Friday the 13th travel day.

Ugh.