First day of class

Classes started yesterday evening. It's a big group in our QDM class as we were joined by the seniors as well as some part time students. Some old classmates were missing because they had decided to join the weekend classes together with the part time students. So it's introduction session all over again.

I had more than my regular quota of coffee yesterday - 1 mug at home before I left for class and 1 cup during tea break at the uni. I must say though that the lecturer looked more tired than the rest of us. He almost seemed too glad that the clock finally struck 10.00. Perhaps he had had a long day and it didn't help that his students were not that cooperative. Well, it's the first day of class, so what da ya expect aye. We were still in our holiday mood and for the international students who just arrived from their home countries, no doubt some of them were still suffering from jetlags.

DD as usual played her tricks. First she complained that I was leaving the house too soon (I left at 5.15 pm). Then she lied down in front of the main door to block me off. Then she got into the car. It took some persuasion from the maid before she finally relented. But by then I was already feeling guilty. Well nobody says it's easy being a mother. It's like your heart is always outside of your body, held for ransom by that little person..