Monday, August 20th - First Day of Classes
My alarm went off at 6 AM, and for a moment, I forgot where I was.
Then I saw the unfamiliar ceiling, felt Kai's arm around me, heard Maya singing off-key in the shower down the hall, and remembered.
Stanford. We lived at Stanford now.
And today was my first day of college.
"Morning," Kai mumbled, still half-asleep.
"Morning. Ready to be a college student?"
"Ask me after coffee."
We dragged ourselves out of bed and into our morning routine which was still being established. Kai made coffee while I showered. Maya, already dressed in her new school uniform, made toast and burned it slightly.
"It's not burned," she insisted. "It's crispy."
"It's definitely burned," I said, but I ate it anyway.
We'd enrolled Maya in a private middle school ten minutes from Stanford small class sizes, excellent academics, and flexible with our unconventional living situation. Today was her first day of eighth grade.
"Nervous?" Kai asked her.
