"back to school...to prove to dad i'm not a fool"

ohhhhh....Billy Madison, that song will forever be imprinted in my brain when i think about going back to school.

yes, this girl has started up coursework again. no, it is not a PhD. we are not that ambitious around these parts, at least not for the time being.

it is another masters because one is seemingly not enough. seriously, let's think about this. by the end of this course i will be able to say that i am a master squared, to throw in a little math terminology. awesome, right? i think that will be what i sign my name as in the future: first and last name, M ²

"what's it in?" you ask. i'll limit the suspense element. it's in psychological therapy for children, young people, and families. yes, it's a mouthful. you need to have one master's already to be able to remember such a convoluted title. the first year is a foundation year, and therefore called something else. i haven't bothered remembering it though. something about multidisciplinary studies or some such thing.

anyways, i've been doing some reading for my child development course and we're starting from the very beginning - as in conception. it is absolutely fascinating to me reading about the studies that have been done on foetuses, and how personality and temperament can be seen from such an early stage. (fully aware of my geekiness.) then i remembered when my nephew was only a wee little one, and how even 10 years ago we could tell what a sweet dear he was. it just amazes me.

the hair? that's what happens when your aunt is 16 and you've been blessed with a double crown that encourages your hair into a mohawk anyways. he'll "thank" me as he gets older, i'm sure of this.