That's right. After years of hemming and hawing, I am going back to college. I am even registered for classes and working out financial aid. It's happening for sure.
Why now? Well, here's one honest reason: Mark has not gotten a job. He has applied for lots, had lots of interview, even second interviews, but was never offered a position. Sucky. So, we have no money. By going to school full time, I can receive grants and student loans. I can receive enough for our family to survive solely on, if necessary. And when I graduate, I will hopefully be able to get a job that would support us, if necessary. Mark is also going back for at least one year of school. Hopefully when he is done, he will be more attractive to employers. At the very least, he will leave with two associate degrees.
I am majoring in Medical Office Administration, and plan to transfer to Chico State after I get my GE done at Butte College. Basically, this field interests me, I feel I would excel in it and the forecast for job availability and sustainability is really good.
Because I registered late, it was hard to find classes that were open, were transferable credits and fit my schedule. After hours of figuring it out, I am enrolled in Intro to Shakespeare (Yeah!), Health, American History after 1866 aaanndd Intro to Sculpture. Yes, I said Intro to Sculpture. As in art. I am so excited about this class, I can barely sit still. My arty/crafty side is just dying to come out again and I will finally have opportunities to express myself.
I am only going to school two days a week, from 8-2, with one night class a week. My mom is going to watch the kids and since they both adore her, I feel like it will work out great.
I am nervous about going back to school. I'll admit it. But I am mostly excited. I'm excited to use my brain in different ways than I've gotten used to. I'm excited to have something in my life that is clearly outlined, with obvious expectations and grading scales. I relish the opportunity to do something that I turn it, with my name and receive feedback on.
Parenthood is full of grey areas, both with big stuff and little stuff. There are so many times where you're hoping you're doing a good job, but you know you won't ever know you're final grade as a parent. I do my best, and some days I feel victorious. Some days I feel utterly defeated.
Besides the end result of employment, I also look forward to returning to school for personal reasons. I was a very good student for many years, usually at the top of every class. Then in high school, I derailed for a year (combination of a boy, lots of weed smoking, underage drinking and family stresses) and failed many classes. I worked my butt off my senior year in order to graduate. I ended up getting a 4.0 that whole year, including the college classes I took on top of my six high school classes. And I spoke at Graduation. So there.
Anyway, after that one horrible year, I saw myself as a failure, academically. Even though I managed to pull through and become a model student my senior year, I still felt marred. Like I did something really dirty. I failed classes. And then I realized it wasn't so bad. I could fail. Heck, I could fail all I wanted and nobody really cared. So, I did.
I had some successful semesters at Junior College years ago, but I never really knew what I wanted to do or had motivation. So I mostly got A's in the classes that interested me and failed the others. I like absolutes. Either I shine or I crash and burn.
I feel like going back to school now is right. I am confident in who I am. I have motivation to succeed as I have two very young children watching me, and learning from me. I know I might not be perfect at everything, but I also can't imagine not trying my hardest.
And just so you know, my secret dream is that Mark will get a high paying job in the next year or two and then I can transfer to Chico State as an Art major. Because that would be unbelievably awesome. Even if I can't major in it, art is definitely going to play a part in my education.
I honestly don't want to ever work full time. I would love if I worked part time, and maybe Mark could have a job with reduced hours, too. Or he could work full time and we could have a lot of money. Haha. I still consider myself a stay at home mom, just one who is very busy :)