What a question. Of course I’m going to blatherskite!
First off, fantasy football. I’m finally recovering and am back in sixth place. Carl remains in third place. We both won our games last week. Only two more weeks until the playoffs!
Secondly, as has been somewhat widely discussed, I’ve been looking for a job. However, after consulting with some incredibly wise friends on a blog MOAT, I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe I don’t have enough current education to get a wonderful work-from-home job. So this morning I called Kirkwood Community College’s Office of Counseling, and they’ve enrolled me in a free workshop designed to help me figure out what kind of “career” I can chase and if I need to go back to school or not. Weird, huh? 42 years old and going back to school with a bunch of 18 and 19 year olds. After the workshop I have an appointment to meet with the counselor who’s running the workshop to discuss the results of my workshop tests.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: after two and a half years of struggling with Carl’s advanced education, why would I want to go back to school? Simple. I graduated from college 18 years ago, and my degree has become pretty much obsolete. Plus, I feel the need to generate some income around here, because after 9 years of living in Atkins, the house needs a little work and we can’t afford to do improvements on just Carl’s salary. On top of that, our medical bills this year put us in kind of a hole, and although we’ve gotten out of the hole, there’s no guarantee we won’t fall back in unless there’s money in savings to plug the hole. So I need to find a way to make some money while still being available for the girls, and the only way I can do that is with the right kind of education. Therefore, I might go back to school. Can’t you just see me, sitting in class, my salt-and-pepper greying hair standing out amongst the zit-encrusted faces of kids barely out of high school? Me, in my dowdy jeans and sweatshirt, seated next to some kid dressed in black with multiple piercings throughout his/her face? I can kinda-sorta see it. Can’t you?
Oh, come on. Use your imagination!