Well, it's time to take the knitting needles out of the fire, and put them back in the box. The mod from hell is OVER! I have to say, I thought these five weeks were never going to end.
I have to give a shout out to the instructors though. It must be frustrating to teach adults. I know it would be for me. Some of the instructors are retired teachers, and even in this age of snot nosed teens who think they know everything (Yes, I know, I was once one of them, but today's level of disrespect is off the charts!) at least there was some sort of recourse they could take if one of their students did something to disrupt the class. Send them out to the hall, to the principal's office, suspension, detention, whatever. Teaching adults is a whole new ball game. Students show up late, walk out in the middle of class, and don't come back.
Look, I'm paying a lot of money for my education. I do have grants and student loans, but eventually, I am going to have to pay it back. If I screw around, don't study, or don't finish, I'm not hurting anyone but myself. Because then I'm going to have no degree, and STILL have loans to pay off.
The type of students I'm talking about are few and far between. Most of my classmates study hard, get good grades, and are serious about their education. Most of them want a better life for themselves and their children. And I'm happy to see that. I'd hate to see them struggle like I did and have to go back to school at my age. It's not easy, (well, this part was) and it has to be harder for those who have small children. But they're doing it. And I'm happy to help them when I see them really trying, and struggling with something. The ones who are taking it for granted, though, I'd just like to shake them until their brain rattles.
I would go into the details of my finals, but unless you want a story that will put you to sleep, I'm not going to. They were pretty straightforward, and I was out of school at 10:00 am.
Now I'm going to go into something that actually brings tears to my eyes. I started this blog for a number of reasons. One is that I really like to write, and I love to entertain people. And while it sounds trite, I hoped that maybe I would inspire someone who was stuck in a dead end job to see what I was doing, and think, "I could do that!"
I was speaking to one of my old high school friends. I hadn't seen him since high school, and thanks to Facebook, we connected again. We reminisced about old times, and when we were speaking about what we were doing now, I told him I was back in school. He said he wished he could do that. I asked him why he couldn't. It was like listening to myself before I started! He said he'd think very hard about it, and a few days later, sent me a message saying he had enrolled back into school.
Today, I heard from him again. He's finished his first mod, and has his finals on Monday. He told me he is doing well and loves it! He also wanted to thank me. Well, I don't need thanks. Just knowing that I inspired him to do this is thanks enough, and the fact that he's doing well is icing on the cake.
So, to my old school friend, I'm extremely proud of you. I know you can do this, and I am pulling for you every step of the way. Hugs, Buddy!
Monday, I get to be a buddy, and have classes that sound like they're going to be interesting. Medical Terminology, Transcription and Pathology (with Dr. Older Hot-Guy).
See you all then! Have a great weekend!
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