Thursday, July 2, 2009

Growing up? So soon?

I made a long-thought-out-but-jump-in-with-both-feet decision last weekend. I'm going back to school! Yes, school...the very thing that Mrs. Hardaway ruined for me in kindergarten. It's taken me this long to think of going back again. 51 and thinking about what I want to be when I grow up. Well, maybe not so much what I want to be but, what I want to have accomplished in this short life. The true motivation is that both my grandmothers went to college and my mother got a college degree, my dad got two degrees, but my sister and I are the first generation in three who haven't graduated from college. I think that's a darn shame. There are so many wonderful stories of kids and others who are the first in their families to have gone to college and gotten a degree. I think it's a crime that my sister and I were given every opportunity to graduate at the "normal" age and didn't take it seriously. I really didn't know what I wanted to be (other than wife and mother, not that there's anything wrong with that, just after 30 years...), still don't, but that doesn't mean I can't get a Liberal Arts degree. I'm taking a full load-15 hours-3 art classes, Sociology, and Philosophy. With all these hours and the two and a half years of attendance in my late teens-about 3 1/2 completed hours (hopefully kidding, transcripts have not arrived yet)-I should be wheeling my way across the stage any moment. Well I feel good about it and love having a meaningful, productive reason to get up and out each day other than laundry and vacuuming. Not that raising a teen at home is not worthwhile, I just have some extra time in between his school hours to do something to improve myself so here I go............................woooooooooohoooooooooo. Already scheduling my days of skipping out to see an Aggie game and meet my mom in New Mexico for her birthday. Oh, I forgot to mention the most important part...I'm planning to transfer to A&M so I can graduate from there like my daddy. Sorry Mom, UT was good enough for you but I'm all TAMU...it's from being breast-fed in Kyle field-your bad-my good. Wish me luck, although I don't think drinking, disco dancing, frats, and many boyfriends are going to be the issue this round that they were before so I think slightly more maturity, skill, and desire will outweigh the more frivolous way I went about it before. You never know, though, my slip is always showing.