Today was the first day of school. I'm thinking I should make my mama a 'Proud parent of a thirty-something undergrad' bumpersticker.
When the professor did roll call in class today the kid sitting next to me said, 'I go by Kyd. K-y-d.' A kid named Kyd. He doesn't know how to tie his shoelaces but he did draw sexy comic book girls during the whole three hour class, so I'm thinking that the 150 pages of sketches due at the end of the term are not going to be a problem for him.