Back 2 Skool

Today I went back to school... a place that I hadn't been in over 4 years.I enrolled myself in a Writing Workshop at Temple University where I will learn how to write! ya heard me (that's actually a quote from a really funny story.. I'll tell you later).

I rushed out of the daycare at about 5:30 to take Derek & Niyonna to my dad's house since Malisa was in class (yes! I finally talked her into taking a class), and arrived at the temple campus at about 6:30 or so. I took Broad street all the way down so that I could see the lights... It may sound weird, but I don't really get to spend too much alone time, so driving down Broad street in the height of traffic was quite soothing.

By the time I got to class I was a little jittery... nerves, 20 oz of French Vanilla Coffee, 20 oz of Pepsi, and a 10.5oz bag of mini marshmallows may be the blame, but I was on the edge of my seat chatting away, making friends, and connections like you wouldn't believe.

At about 7:10 the instructor came in and the class went quiet. She was a itty bitty woman with a powerful voice and the most beautiful smile Ive seen on a black woman in a very long time - you know the smile you got from your Nana or mom-mom that told you that you were safe, and the everything was gonna be alright, added with a little twinkle of the eye?? Yeah that one.

We went over the syllabus, went around the room playing the name game and got down to business. This class was the reason that I went to Lincoln University over 11 years ago. I was surrounded by a diverse group of intelligent, beautiful black people who weren't acting like fools or using foul language. There was a preacher, a school teacher, a young lady and her grandmother, two nurses, a poet, and some others. The teacher, Ms. Pherlyn Dove was actually a classmate of my grandmother back in 1979. They were freshmen in Sonia Sanchez' creative writing class at Temple U. AMAZING!!!

We even elected class officials (something that I hadn't participated in since 8th grade)apparently the coffee, Pepsi and marshmallows made me sort of social butterfly, but everyone was like Trish, you do it, you be class president.. I was like whaaaaa? go figure...

All in all it was an amazing experience. the only bad part to the entire evening was the fact that we have homework.... something I always dreaded....