I thought that Monday was a good day to start a blog about my midlife antics. Monday mornings are generally known to cause nausea and anxiety in anticipation of the work week ahead. This Monday was different.It was exactly 5:28 am when I suddenly woke up from another back-to-high school nightmare, one of many that have trickled into my REM sleep over the years. You know the usual- “Argh!” I forgot the combination to my locker- or “Damn” I’m naked walking down the school halls and everyone is looking at me but I don’t care- yikes maybe I do?

But last night was different. I was a high school senior and my teacher handed me back my math test with sorrowful eyes. Etched boldly in pencil in the top left corner was “ 6/25”- not exactly a stellar mark. Panic ensued, “How am I going to get into university? “ ” Do I have to take summer school?” “Oh no! ”