I was halfway listening to the local news as I helped 8yo search for his goggles for swim practice, and I heard a minute of a story about a 101-year old woman who has finally earned her bachelor's degree. Isn't that sweet, I thought. Because at my current pace, I shouldn't be a day over 80 when I finally graduate.
I'm registering now for mid-winter session; or rather, I'm fixing to get ready to register. I have to figure out what I'm going to take, and how I'm going to summom the motivation to study and write papers again when I can barely throw together my usual half-baked more or less weekly bilge for this blog.
If you've been reading my blog since I started it in 2007, you know that I started blogging when I decided to go back to school after a 20 year absence. That's as good a topic for a blog as any, right? And life as an adult student has yielded some excellent material. I'm just tired of school, and after a semester's absence, I'm the least motivated and the most discouraged I've been since I started this.
No, I'm not going to quit (either blogging or school, though both cross my mind every so often). I'm making progress, it's just very slow progress. I started with 71 credits, 59 of which transferred, so I needed 61 more. 61 credits at 3 credits per class comes out to 20 classes (I'm not rounding; I took a 1-credit required research course right at the beginning which left me with the easily-divisible-by-3 60). Right at the beginning, I tried taking multiple classes at once, and found that working full-time, raising two children, and maintaining a house and a social life allows for no more than one at a time.
I was an indifferent student during my first attempt at college. Now, I'm an excellent student. As much as I complain about school (and the blog complaining is only a small part of my complaining efforts. Among my friends and family, I can really extend myself on the subject of the misery of life as an adult student. This is why I'm so popular), I am very good at it. I've never received less than an A on any assignment and I generally receive lavish praise from my instructors for my papers and essays. Two of my professors have told me that I can count on them for recommendations when I apply for graduate school. But as flattering as this is, and as much as I like and respect these two professors, I must say that I'll see them in Hell before I'll enter graduate school. My academic career will end when I receive my B.A.
Counting the CLEP credit from last semester, I've earned 25 credits, so I have 36 to go. 36 credits sounds not bad at all, but 12 classes seems like a very large number of classes. If I continue to take three per year, I'll finish at the end of 2013. And you know what? I won't be anywhere NEAR 80 years old in 2013. Onward.
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