Tonight is the first class for the Master Gardening program.
I am anxious.
Don't bother saying, "Why are you anxious? That's silly! You want to do this!" I know that. I love to learn new things, but being in unknown situations is something I have to force myself to do. All you extroverts out there should take a moment to be grateful for your situation. I honestly prefer hanging out with introverts--I understand them, after all--but at times like these a little more extroversion would be appreciated.
Since that's not likely to happen, I did the next best thing.
I bought school supplies.
That frog is covered in glitter. I figure that I'm going to be one of the youngest people in this class, and someone will undoubtedly make a dumbass comment about my age. If this is the case, I might as well carry a folder I love. I can always tell them that I had to wrestle it away from a 10-year-old girl.
The notebook is made of recycled goodness to make me feel a bit better about buying a glittery, nonenvironmentally-friendly folder.
The pens have an ultra fine point of .38mm.* I write small normally, and my writing gets smaller when I am tense.
I am ready.
Master Gardening class, bring it.
*I am confident there is someone out there who loves office supplies as much as I do, someone who read that and gasped, "There's a .38 mm pen?! But a normal micro pen is only .5mm! That's amazing!" No? Okay, just me then.