I mentioned in a post months ago the one thing I was going to accomplish this year. The one goal I had set for myself? To start going to school again. I usually say that I’m going back to school… every year, actually… and then the end of the year comes and I haven’t lifted half a pinky to get it done. I think I mostly just said it outloud because that’s what people expected me to do. And I wanted to do it, but I was always left wondering how in the world I’d be able to get it done. The money, the time commitment, the fact that I’d be working full time as well… all of it scared the bajoobus out of me! And more than that, I was just plain lazy… and old as the hills. I didn’t want to find time to take the necessary steps. My days were already filled to the brim… where would I fit it in?
As a cursory move, I did apply to get into Utah State University (USU) in April of this year… seconds before the deadline and with little faith that I’d get any further than the application… because, again, I’m lazy… and scared of the unknown… but mostly lazy. A few weeks later I was accepted to USU and then I buried my acceptance letter and didn’t do anything more about it. I got to kicking myself a week before the semester started… again, Whitney… you didn’t get in to see a guidance counselor… you didn’t sign up for any classes… you failed, once again! I was so disappointed in myself… but I still pretty much did what I do every year… Eh well, too late for this semester. Try again next. And that’s just an excuse to do the exact same thing the next semester.
So, I sat myself down for a little talk… with the voices in my head. I told myself I’d changed over the last few years… and the New Whitney would not let the opportunity pass… because the New Whitney got things done. She kicked some butt to accomplish what she needed to and if she didn’t come out and take charge, the Old Whitney would just creep back in until she got so comfortable, she’d take up permanent residence. Three days before the semester started, I forced myself to walk into the Undeclared Major’s guidance counselor’s office. FORCED… and because it was 3 days before the semester started, the place was packed, but I stood in line… determined I wasn’t going to leave until they came and scraped my remains up with a life-sized spatula. Three hours later, I finally got into her office… and she cussed me out for having not been in before today… told me there was no way I’d be able to find open classes. Yada, yada, yada… but I was determined. She gave me the low down of what I should look for class wise, how many credits I had so far (from when I went to school 8 billion moons ago… seems like anyway) and then gave me a tip to look for online classes because I’d be more likely to get into those this late in the game.
The old Whitney would have taken that information, went home, and took a nap. The New Whitney went down to the computer lab, searched for classes, picked 2, signed up, bought the textbooks in the book store, and set up a payment plan to pay for the semester. And even though when all was said and done, I had actually just signed myself up to be a poor miserly mouse with no free time, I felt proud and relieved and happy. You go, girl! Even if I’m 85, toothless, and carrying around a doll head with poked out eyeballs when I finally graduate I know that I’m taking steps to get there… and that’s all that matters.
My 6 credits this semester include Personal Finance (aka Family Finance, which I’m changing the name of because I’m a person… not a family) and Masterpieces of Music. These online classes are much better than when I tried my hand at that world years ago. They have due dates and syllabuses and it’s definitely not go at your own rate of speed. I like that… it gives me something to work towards. Classes started last Monday. I’ve managed to turn in my first week’s assignments on time. All this to say, I’m going to try to keep up blogging, but there may be days where I won’t have time… and further into the semester I may have to reevaluate and only blog a few days a week. We shall see how well I’m able to keep up with everything. Who needs sleep, right!?!?
Question of the Day: Which college did you go to? What was your major? Any favorite classes I should take?