Back when my oldest son left, I couldn’t imagine how life was going to ever be the same. I was scared. For myself and for my children that were still at home with me. As I mentioned before, I was a stay at home mom and housewife. Sure, I had life skills, but despite what some resume experts suggest, those don’t really amount to as much as you’d hope when applying for a job. Especially in today’s market. They are looking for young, fresh minds straight out of college with degrees under their belt. Minds that are easily moldable, and not yet worn out and bitter about life.
Well, I couldn’t do anything about the bitter, worn out part. Nor could I go back in time and change my age, but I could damn sure try to do something about the college degree. They say you are never too old and they’re right. After feeling sorry for myself for a while, I picked myself up and decided I had to try something. Anything. So I did a little research into college degrees where someone like me with health issues and troubles with mobility might still thrive. Turns out there are a lot of options in the health field. Knowing myself, and just how much I could handle, I didn’t dare try for being a nurse, or even medical assistant because I knew that would involve a lot of long-term standing. Something, that was way out of my reach right now.
Instead, the idea of being a receptionist in a local medical office appealed to me. Could I sit in an office chair for eight hours a day with my type 2 diabetes, and the way I retained massive amounts of water in my feet and ankles, when my feet weren’t propped up every few hours? I didn’t have the answer to that but it was closer than anything else I might be able to qualify for. So I applied at the local community college where I reside and waited to hear back. After a few appointments concerning transcripts and immunizations, it was on to a placement test. I don’t mind telling you I was scared out of my wits taking them. I hadn’t done school studies in quite a few years and I was positive I would do very badly. Somehow, I was wrong. I placed in the upper 90’s in reading and writing. My math, however, was not near that good, but I hadn’t really expected it to be. I hated math in high school. Nothing has changed over the years.
After meeting with a guidance counselor I was on my way to picking classes and starting my first semester. I should have been terrified but instead, I found myself exhilarated and eager. That first semester passed before I knew it and I was on to the next. I was going for a 2 year Associate of Applied Science Degree, otherwise known as an AAS, and nothing was going to stand in my way.
In seven days I will be starting my second fall semester, and hopefully with any luck graduating this coming spring. It’s been hard and frustrating at times, but also exciting and confidence building. I’m a mostly straight A student and have even made Dean’s List. I never thought I could do it. Here I am though. The first in my family to ever even go to college and that includes my children. I hope that once they see their old mum can do it, they will want to do it too.
Is this going to get me a good job, and help pull me and my daughters out of this hole we’re buried in financially? I have no clue. Only time will tell. But, at least I can honestly say I tried. Right?