…there was a thought, there was a comment, and now there is an acceptance letter sitting in front of me.
What have I done?
I’ve always wanted to be in medicine. When I was younger I wanted to be a doctor. When I failed my first college level biology class I decided I wanted to be a business woman. When I had my first real job in the medical field I decided I wanted to be a nurse, and then I decided I’d work my way through life until I could dedicate time to my nursing studies. Then time dragged on, and my desire to deal with life and death situations with zero room for error was wanning. I was getting too old for the drama and adrenaline.
I owe the rest of this post to my sister-in-law.
After months and months of painful potty training my 3 year old, I finally made him a chart. When he went potty, he got a sticker to put in the appropriate place on the chart. My sister-in-law (a 3rd grade teacher) saw the chart and told me it was adorable and said that I should be a teacher, I’d be great at it. Well, why the heck hadn’t I thought of that?
So then it began. I looked into it. What’s not to love? Really, you never actually have to grow up, you get all kinds of vacation, and the summers off. She might be on to something!! I researched colleges and tried to find a program that fit my life, afterall I’m not right out of highschool. I’m married to The Cop and I have 2 small children that rule my world. I eventually found a college that offered a Bachelor’s Degree in Elementary Education (I’m certain that wasn’t supposed to be capitalized, but I hope to learn that soon enough) with attending classes only on Saturdays. Well isn’t that nice, The Cop stays home with the kids and I get a day out with adults and enrich my life.
So I set up an appointment to meet with the director of admissions (I’m certain that SHOULD be capitalized) and before the meeting was over, I had taken a math placement test, tested out of a class and had umpteen transfer credits from my associate’s degree. All I needed to do was send in some financial aid paperwork, and we were good to go, classes started in 5 weeks. Huh, plenty of time to thinkit over and discuss it with The Cop.
We’ve kicked it around since then but not seriously. If I want to do it I can – if I don’t then no big deal. He’s very supportive of whatever I choose. Well I got an email on Monday (today is Friday) that I should be getting my acceptance letter in the mail this week and orientation is on Wednesday, and please bring my deposit. WHAT! I’m not ready yet. We haven’t had the serious conversation yet. Not to mention that Wednesday was The Cop’s birthday. I sent the woman an email saying I couldn’t make it (putting the ball in their court – if it wasn’t meant to be then so be it), she quickly responded with another option that fit our schedule. ARGH! I guess it will work afterall.
Here was my conundrum… While all this fit in our family schedule, the school schedule is quite rigorous. Every Saturday from 7:30AM to 6:30 PM – 11 HOURS! For 6 weeks, and then 1 week off, and this goes on all year save the month of August. This would be a HUGE committment. I’d be gone all day EVERY Saturday, and for something that I wasn’t completely certain about – it wasn’t my dream EVER to be a teacher. So needless to say I’ve been praying pleading for a sign that this is the right decision for us (because it does involve so much more than just me). And each hurdle that comes up just seems to work out without a problem So….. Here we go!
Anyway… I got my acceptance letter in the mail today, I go for my final orientation and I’ll get my ID and schedule and all the other crazy details next week. I’m one signed immunization form away from being completely enrolled. And we still haven’t had the serious conversation yet.
WHAT HAVE I DONE???
