Whatever happened to class? For me, the answer is, nothing -- because I'm taking one. The local community college (Raritan Valley CC in Branchburg) sent out a semester catalog late last year, and in it was a class on "event planning and meeting management". It sounded interesting enough, so I enrolled on a chilly December afternoon. One hour and $460 later, I was a college student again. The class started February 20th. This past Tuesday I took my midterm exam. I think I did well, but up until the moment we got the test I was somewhat of a nervous wreck, despite the best efforts of Bill-the-Honeybear and several friends to reassure me.

But once the test started, the nerves vanished. It seems to be a characteristic of mine that the minute an emotion becomes useless -- well, maybe counterproductive would be better -- I can drop it faster than (insert example here). We had 90 minutes to complete the test. I finished in 42 (and was the second one to hand in their test). Most of the class was finished in 45 to 60.

Perspective: I was a wreck about my first homework assignment -- designing a family reunion for 40 guests on a $2,000 budget -- and ended up getting a 97 (out of 100) for it, with a note from the instructor saying "I would hire you!"

Now I only have the final presentation to worry about...