The morning was sunny, and a bit warm for my preference, but I won't complain. I was just pulling out of my neighborhood when who should cross my path, but Bike Lady!
She was travelling perpendicular to me, and I was a few yards back, but I recognized her right away. She acknowledged me with a smile and a nod, but I think it's a pretty good chance she didn't recognize me as Crossing Guard Lady. Just as I would be hard pressed to recognize her without her bike helmet and glasses, I am probably equally unfamiliar to her with my bicycle commuter get up.
So it's nice to see that she's still at it. And for those who are wondering - I know there must be several - the school has yet to find a replacement at my crosswalk. The reliable June has been covering my old post while a backup from school covers her spot.
The ride in was pleasant if a bit warm. It really is a nice bicycling route that I'm glad I was "forced" into. I rode Tessa of the lovely green tires.
As expected, the bike racks were pretty full, but I managed to squeeze Tessa on the end of a primely located one. I think the green tires will help with theft deterrence as she was the only green-tired bike I saw on the entire campus. What's with our youth these days??
I'm just a part-time student, but as my schedule worked out, I have one class each weekday. This morning was my math class. It's not part of the licensure program, but my advisor thought I should add it since it's been so long since I took calculus. I have this class and two others added to my schedule for that reason. I refer to them collectively as my "Old Lady Classes".
True to form, I walked into a roomful of kids, it seemed. When I first took this class in college, I was 18. It was a bit strange walking in thirty years later. There were about 45 students in the class, in a very warm room after my warm bike ride. I'd refreshed myself as much as appropriately possible before class, but I had a very strong desire to remove my shoes. I didn't.
Then I spotted her. A woman with much more grey hair than I have. I doubt that anyone else in there was out of their 20's. I don't know grey-haired's story. Not yet.
The instructor ("I'm not a professor, just an instructor") seems nice if a bit of a fast talker. Probably a good ten years younger than I am.
After going over a bunch of first-day stuff, he launched into a review. All thankfully easy stuff that I actually was a bit bored with.
Tomorrow, I have my first class that is part of the teacher licensing program. I'm looking forward to that and to meeting my fellow license seekers.
In the meantime, I guess summer's really over.