A Room of My Own
Back into the college life
Thu, May 18, 2006 - 11:54 AMTruthfully, I'm not really going back to campus life. One class I'm going to CLEP out of (which, for you non-students out there, means you take a test, and if you pass, you get credit for the entire class), and the other will be "independent study," which means I don't have to actually attend any classes. Whoo-hoo!
I can almost taste that sweet, sweet diploma. It's only taken me 15 freakin' years to get it! And so of course the question of grad school is on my mind. I'm tempted to try and do it, though I can't for the life of me decide what for, other than I really enjoy being a student. I could totally do the "professional student" gig - I'm so at home in acedemia. I like the free time, the intellectual challenge, and the cultural opportunities on campus. I'm just not sure why I would want to get a Masters degree.
Well, that's getting a bit ahead of myself...now I just need to focus on getting my Bachelors this summer!
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Fri, May 19, 2006 - 10:48 AM
The more I think about it, the more I want to enroll in the Creative Writing program. But going to grad school would mean a major change in our lifestyle - my hubby would have to get a full-time job (that pays comparably to what I make now). I'd either have to quit my job or cut *way* back on my hours, and we'd most probably have to take a real reduction in our income (not that we have that much to begin with).
But against all practical judgement, I so want to go. I feel it in my heart that it's right for me...that it would be good, even though we'd be less well-off financially. I had quit school this last time (the third time in all) during my last semester of college. The man I was with up and left me, so I had to quit and get a full-time job in order to pay the bills (more or less the same reason I had had to quit the first two times, though the man status may have been different). And, as life often does, one thing turned into another, till the idea of dropping out of work to go to college became distant, then impossible. So what started out as a stop-gap to pay the bills till I could get back in and finish it up turned into 7 years. So maybe I need to quit thinking of it in terms of "quitting my career" and remember that I'm actually, finally, *finishing* what I had originally planned to do. That is, get a lot of education and travel the world, writing. |
