A few days ago Rob asked me if I was still blogging. “Of course I’m still blogging! Why would you ask that?” I responded confused. “Well… you know, because you haven’t actually posted anything in awhile.” “Of course I have! I just wrote that post about… oh wait I guess I didn’t finish that one. Well I made that other one about…. oh wait I guess that one was only ever written in my head. Well at least there was the one where… oh yeah that one didn’t happen either.”
Somehow January came and went. I’m not even sure if I signed in or not.
Things have been a little busy, mostly because I thought it might be fun to take a few classes at the local college.
The three of you that have been here for awhile may remember that a couple years ago, I got this bright idea to go back to school. We live pretty close to a community college, and the classes are insanely cheap, so I thought I’d take a course or two to expand my horizons. I don’t want to rag on my job too much (because you know, it pays me and everything), but it’s not exactly the most intellectually stimulating job on the planet. I thought a few classes might me feel more mentally useful.
I’d read a couple books. Take a couple tests. It would be great.
Now at that point in time, I wasn’t completely sure that I wanted a new career path or anything like that, but since my art school degree was comprised of classes like AVID Editing, The Women of Film, and Journaling, I thought I’d take a few normal classes while I figured out my intentions. Those classes were awesome, and I started considering another degree. But what would I do? I tossed around teaching, nursing, social work (perhaps something foster care related?). I couldn’t make a choice.
And then Violet was born. And the next three years were a little busy. Too busy really, for anything other than just surviving. I actually kind of forgot about my potential new degree dreams.
At the end of December I got an email from the old community college: Time to register for spring classes. I thought, why not?
The way the classes are structured has changed a bit in the last few years. They are all “hybrid” now, which means the lectures are in person, and the course work, quizzes, and supplemental material are all online. Last week my kids observed me spending quite a bit of time on the computer, “Good job working on your homework for so long mom!” they said. But the truth was I hadn’t been working on anything, I’d just spent 45 minutes trying to figure out how to log in to the student portal.
Now, I generally consider myself a pretty tech savvy lady, but you guys, it’s all folders inside of folders inside of folders. I finally had to have my professor hold my
hand mouse and assist me as we uploaded my homework to the server together. Embarrassing, I’ll admit, but she consoled me by saying “Don’t worry, there’s one of you every semester.” As I walked away another student asked for help with the same problem, “And sometimes there’s two…” she muttered under her breath. Well good, at least I’m not alone.
So that’s where I’ve been the last few weeks. I still don’t know if I’m doing this for fun, or if I’m searching for a new career path. I’m leaning toward the latter, but I’m keeping my mind open.