I registered for classes this morning. I was up at 6:30 making coffee, making lists, making sure I was clear-headed and ready to go at 8. (I'm lucky that my name starts with a letter early in the alphabet making my registration access time first in the day.) By 8:03, it was all over, and I was registered for every class I wanted. I'm very pleased, but it was a little anticlimactic, after all the warnings about being flexible, having alternative classes picked out, waiting lists, adding and dropping, pleading with professors, etc.
I'll be taking First-year Spanish, Biology of AIDS, American Government, Environmental History of the U.S., and Masterworks of American Literature.
Periodically since I was last in school, I've had dreams in which I'm starting school, but I don't know my schedule, or I can't find the classroom, or I suddenly realize that it's the middle of the semester and I haven't been going to a class I'm enrolled in. Those dreams keep coming back to me now because U.T. is gargantuan, the room-numbering system in the buildings is completely opaque to me, and I've already gotten lost on campus a couple of times. Thank god I don't have a locker with a combination I have to memorize, because I also have that dream from time to time.