When I decided to finally go back to college in January 2019 my emotions were those of excitement mixed with apprehension. Being in charge of raising two grade-school-age humans is a mighty load without adding schoolwork and my day job.
I can now announce with certainty that I could indeed do it. It has been much riding on the struggle bus, it has meant some academic challenges and do-overs, but I can do it. It is happening. When I am on campus or doing my work I get gleeful and squeaky. It feels like I am moving forward into my dreams.
Getting my bachelors degree in English will open doors for me in areas I would not have been considered for before. It means my daily work that I will be paid for will consist of a field of study that is meaningful to me. Being a pharmacy technician has been a means to an end, but it’s also given me a work family that has walked with me through my divorce and my Daddio’s death.
In the mid- nineties I was failing out of my community college, desperate to move out of my parent’s house, daydreaming about being a journalist or actress. I was depressed and felt trapped. When I moved out of town to share an apartment with my cousin I did feel lighter, however life happened. I got a job, worked, and discussed college. I told my parents I would go back, but I didn’t. Not when I met “the one”. Not when I started another job with more responsibility. Not when I got married. Not when I had two children. Not when “the one” relapsed and our life fell apart. Not when we divorced. Six years after our divorce, circumstances arranged themselves in such a way that I could and would go back to school. I enrolled in the fall of 2018 and prepared to start the following January.
I knew I would be the age of my professors and old enough to have birthed my classmates. It turns out in addition to being the oldest in most of my classes, I have also been blessed with confidence to speak up, and the drive to press on through the challenges. I am not too shy to ask questions. I am thrilled to be there, and it turns out, I could indeed go back to school. One of these days I will be able to say I could earn my degree, and I will have.