As you know, because I can't seem to stop whining about it, I've been in a funk.
Apparently, being sick was a big part of the problem because now that I've been taking Penicillin, I feel a million times better and have been super productive. Well, most of my house is still a mess and I have yet to list anything on eBay, but otherwise, I've been tackling my to do list.
While I've been cleaning, gardening and running errands, I've been thinking more and more about going back to school. I know, I swore off school. I hated it when I had to go, and I don't know that I feel much different about it now.
But I keep thinking about how I really did want to work in the mental health field. I'm everyone's darn counselor now, so perhaps it really was my calling. Well, that or bartending. And right now my degree in International Business Management that I haven't used in nine years isn't going to do much for me in this market.
So I called my alma mater. I printed out the application. Ordered an old transcript. I have an appointment to meet with the on campus daycare center on Monday (not cheap, but better than most, $436 a month for Monday to Friday 8-5. Apparently my township has a daycare program but it's booked up for the next two years, crazy.) After that meeting, I'll swing by the financial aid office and see what they say.
I can't say I'm excited...more apprehensive than anything. When I was out of high school, I applied to exactly one college and then one law school. It never occurred to me that I wouldn't get in. But now, honestly, I'm a little worried. I'm guessing new, young blood is preferable to some old lady with the attention spam of a two year old and the memory of a senior with dementia.
So. We'll see. They have limited student acceptance for this program. Keep your fingers crossed for me and I'll keep you all posted.