Chapter 18: Nightowl/School

It's only roughly 6:30pm, but I just woke up from my sunday nap.  This will result in my being up way too late tonight and having another internet binge- I didn't go to sleep until well after 3 last night/this morning because it's been so long since I could watch stupid youtube videos without having to wait 20 minutes for it to load!

Similar to my feelings on mornings, I love the sleepy silence that rings throughout my house at night. Providing, of course, the adorable little terror goes to sleep at a reasonable hour. Our apartment is maybe 200 yards from the freeway which was a little worrisome when we moved in, but with the windows closed it really is just a low hum and I'm afraid I've gotten used to it.  Not to mention the train tracks that are about 50 yards from our window.  Also, not bad, but terribly loud depending on how deep of a sleep you were in before it sounded like it derailed next to your window at 2 in the morning. :]

I am unusually excited to be up late tonight and the following 3 nights for a reason I have never dreamt would be anything but a joke; Studying for a math test.

I have what is called a "placement test" this coming Thursday that will determine which Math course I can be enrolled in.  Seeing as I am on a pretty tight time limit to receive my AA so that I can move on to the 4 year college I want to attend this Fall, I HAVE to place in at least the lowest level math (and pass) that will be accepted for my AA. Otherwise I could be looking at summer school and frankly, I think that sounds like a worse idea than __(insert worst idea you can think of here.)__.

In order for me to place high enough and do well on this test, I have to study like a mad woman because I have not actually applied myself in a math class of any kind since my sophomore year...of high school. I'm so scared I'm going to blow it but I have an incredible team of highly trained specialists and coaches who will push me to bring the math using side of my brain out of hibernation. **Note: The highly trained specialists are my hunky husband and my baby, the coach is online math refreshers and Dr. Pepper. <-- REAL doctor, your argument is invalid.

I'm not gonna lie, I have totally had this scene from Billy Madison running through my head for the past few weeks as I gathered info, prepared paperwork and applied for scholarships for my (hopeful) acceptance to Eastern Washington University.

Ah, the classics.