Connectivity Restored (?)
I have gotten a few emails saying that people were not able to comment.
I believe I have fixed that.
Of course, I thought I fixed it the last time, but I had in fact broken it.
God speed.
I have gotten a few emails saying that people were not able to comment.
I believe I have fixed that.
Of course, I thought I fixed it the last time, but I had in fact broken it.
God speed.
Okay, so it's been a while. And in order to make up for my long absence I will now write a post that will BLOW YOUR MIND.
So, I started school again. I may or may not have previously mentioned (yeah, I could look back in my posts, but "may or may not" is so much quicker) that I hated college before. Like, cried-the-whole-4-hour-drive-back-to-my-house-every-weekend hated school. I'm not sure I can properly convey the level of hatred in print. My miserable experience at school was definitely the Big Thing in my life before, you know, the Big Thing this blog is usually about.
Needless to say, I was never very keen on going back. But here's the thing about college. People who are offering the good jobs are pretty fucking stuck on it. I have a pretty good job, but it so happens that I am pretty smart, a lot smarter than my job really demands. So after a lot of hand wringing and a lot of supportive/forceful/guilt-inducing advice from the main men in my life (dad and husband), I signed up. The agreement was that I would go for one quarter and see if it was okay. And if I never wanted to go back after that, they couldn't say anything.
Of course, I knew I could do one quarter. Let's face it, after you've had shingles you can withstand three months of just about anything. (Which is not to say I wasn't freaked out - just ask my GI.)
The first day, it was a little scary. I have never been to a school with more than 1,000 people, and my school now has, oh, 36,000 or so. I had never even stepped foot onto a public school campus either. It was intimidating. Also I had no fucking clue where I was. No. clue. Seriously, what is up with college campuses? I got there a half hour early and was fifteen minutes late to my first class. Which had been moved.
After that I slowly started to learn my way around. I bought a can of mace and a Vera Bradley backpack. Ah, the college lifestyle. But I felt better. The campus was actually pretty nice, aesthetic- and crime-wise. Other students didn't look at me like a freak like I was afraid of - turns out a lot of people drop out of college and go back later, who knew? I even went so far as getting a sweatshirt with the name of the college on it, which of course is a huge commitment.
On the way home a few weeks ago, I kind of felt like crying again. But in the first time since, um, I don't know, never - it felt like happy tears. I finally got some validation that I had just chosen the wrong school the first time around, I had finally gotten over this Big Thing that had been hanging like a cloud over me for so long.
I am actually happy, a feeling I have not felt for any extended period in years.
For real. Yeah, I just said that. I told you this would blow your mind.
