So I found myself adding two classes the other night. Until June 30, I'll be going to class every night of the week except Friday. I know, the classes will be over soon. But still. It's summer. One hopes to be slightly lazy.
I'm taking Career Exploration and something along the lines of college planning. They're both classes that are required to get my prestigious AA (just as most of my friends are polishing off their bachelors. But I'm taking a little longer what with working full time and being married. However, if you'd like to be my patron and give me lots of money for being such an excellent student and citizen, feel free). Besides, I've noticed that many of my peers who have their bachelors degrees are still doing jobs that people without degrees could do. So I'm hoping that somehow I'll be different.
Taking this career exploration class has, of course, gotten me thinking about what I really want to do. I have pretty reasonable desires for my future career. I want to get paid well for a job that I do well and not feel guilty about taking vacations. I figure that being a college counselor or college professor will eventually earn me those things (I know, you start off not making much but then you work there 50 years and ka-ching! Right in time for retirement). I would also like to be a writer. I really enjoy writing, and I figure if I have a job where I get a few months off out of the year, I would be able to do that. Plus I don't expect to make enough money as a writer to continue in this lavish lifestyle of living in an apartment, eating, and having clothes. For one thing, I'm not sure how great I'd be. I don't really feel any pressure writing here, because people know that I probably took ten minutes to do this, so it's not top quality. But it's quality. Like, medium maybe. On to something else.
I'm taking Math for Liberal Arts Majors beginning in early July. I'm not dreading this class terribly, because judging by the name, it's a math class for people who hate math. That's so me.
Two months until we move to the ATL. I'm starting to get excited. Perhaps, much like grief, there are steps to accepting the aspect of moving.
Step one: Joy. I'll get to see my family more often! I'll get to experience seasons! And maybe, just maybe, we can get a cat. Yaaaay cats!
Step two: Fear. Where will we work? Where will we live? CAN WE REALLY DO THIS?
Step three: Excitement. Yaaaay something new. Just two more months! And maybe I can get a cat!
Yeah, so that's what I've been up to. What about you?
I'm taking Career Exploration and something along the lines of college planning. They're both classes that are required to get my prestigious AA (just as most of my friends are polishing off their bachelors. But I'm taking a little longer what with working full time and being married. However, if you'd like to be my patron and give me lots of money for being such an excellent student and citizen, feel free). Besides, I've noticed that many of my peers who have their bachelors degrees are still doing jobs that people without degrees could do. So I'm hoping that somehow I'll be different.
Taking this career exploration class has, of course, gotten me thinking about what I really want to do. I have pretty reasonable desires for my future career. I want to get paid well for a job that I do well and not feel guilty about taking vacations. I figure that being a college counselor or college professor will eventually earn me those things (I know, you start off not making much but then you work there 50 years and ka-ching! Right in time for retirement). I would also like to be a writer. I really enjoy writing, and I figure if I have a job where I get a few months off out of the year, I would be able to do that. Plus I don't expect to make enough money as a writer to continue in this lavish lifestyle of living in an apartment, eating, and having clothes. For one thing, I'm not sure how great I'd be. I don't really feel any pressure writing here, because people know that I probably took ten minutes to do this, so it's not top quality. But it's quality. Like, medium maybe. On to something else.
I'm taking Math for Liberal Arts Majors beginning in early July. I'm not dreading this class terribly, because judging by the name, it's a math class for people who hate math. That's so me.
Two months until we move to the ATL. I'm starting to get excited. Perhaps, much like grief, there are steps to accepting the aspect of moving.
Step one: Joy. I'll get to see my family more often! I'll get to experience seasons! And maybe, just maybe, we can get a cat. Yaaaay cats!
Step two: Fear. Where will we work? Where will we live? CAN WE REALLY DO THIS?
Step three: Excitement. Yaaaay something new. Just two more months! And maybe I can get a cat!
Yeah, so that's what I've been up to. What about you?
