|Totally unrelated picture...but totally cute baby (or at least I think so)|
Just ignore the dried boogies under her nose and the scab on her chin
When I graduated from college over a decade ago (!) I told myself that there was no way in hell that I was ever going back. My experience wasn't particularly horrible or anything...it was just looooong. Plus I left there with two bachelor's degrees and a master's degree. Why would I ever need to go back?
Or so I thought.
Because lately I'm been maybe, kind of, possibly, sort of, a little bit thinking about going back to school.
See all my tentativeness?
That's actually terror. I'm terrified at leaving something that I'm pretty knowledgeable about for something that I know absolutely nothing about. And I'm terrified at leaving a decent job for a new job market. And I'm terrified at taking on a significant amount of debt for my family. And I'm terrified at what the time commitment will be when I'm back in school and what that means for my girls and Ben. But mostly I'm terrified at just plain failing. I've always been a pretty decent student but things would be so different this time around. I'm older, it's been so long since I've been in school, and I have many other things to focus on now besides just school work. Plus, I'm pretty sure that having two kids turns all your brain cells into fat cells. Although when I told Ben this theory he scoffed at me and told me that I obviously need to go back to school because that's not physically possible.
But despite my terror I've decided to put a little skin in the game and sign up for my first prerequisite class at a local community college. So if things are a little quieter around here in the next couple months just know that I'm once again neglecting all my housework - only this time for studying instead of sewing.