PTK

I am at the end of my second semester of college but the first set of classes working towards my degree. 20 years out of highschool, I needed a couple of prep courses first. The first semester was kind of easy and I was excited to be on the right path. Little did I know what that path would be. The second semester hit a little harder, most of my days are spent studying or working on assignments. I love it! I love learning new things, even if it means correcting what I thought I knew. I am among the oldest in my classes but that doesn't stop me from feeling like a college kid. I put my all into my classes. My boyfriend would say I put too much into it but I don't think so. 

This semester has been a real eye opening experience for me. My Freshman comp 1 required 3 major essays. I had to retake my prep algebra course because I failed the first attempt online. American Government is something...well I will keep my views on the government to myself so its just been another course I have to tread lightly on. And my business course is my favorite. That is what I am going to school for. 

This coming up week is final exams. I should be studying. But last Friday I received an email that I never expected. It was an invisition to join the Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society. Me, an honor student? I can not believe it. And a couple of days before that I received an email to tryout for Cheerleading. Do these people have me confused with someone else? I am 44 years old. 

So I responded to the PTK and joined the Honor Society. 

At 43, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up (part 2)

Needless to say, neither of those jobs played out. The insurance thing said they was family first but they meant the insurance family, not mine. I wasn't looking for a full time job to begin with. I wanted something I could do part-time while staying at home with my 3 year old. So, I decided to jumped back on my computer and do what I do best. Writing. I started playing around with my website and revamped it. Made a couple of post for social media.  Which lead me into updating another site that I manage too. All the while thinking this is what I really enjoy doing. Being creative, capturing the imagination, engaging the reader's emotions with descriptive language.  

After many hours (more like several days), I have decided that I need to go back to school or  take a couple of business classes, maybe even some design classes or creative writing classes. In all reality I need a college degree. But in what? Which degree do you choose when you don't know what you want to be?  Well, at this rate I might graduate from college before Brooklyn does. 

"How can you tell her to get a college degree when you don't have one?" I know, I know. I should have kept my month shut before I had her. I set high expectations on the kind of parent I would be....when I thought I could not have kids. My inner voice constantly reminds me of all those predictions. But...I never thought I would have to be a 'grown-up' in that sense.