So...last weekend Ty took off a few extra days so he could get a bit of a break. He was looking forward to having those 6 days off. And really, why wouldn't he? He could get some things done around the house, and just enjoy some time with the family, right? Don't be so sure.
On his FIRST DAY OFF, we decided that we would take our little family out on the town. CT needed new school clothes, so we planned to go out to lunch and take him shopping. We just had to make one quick stop at the bank to get a couple of cashier's checks to pay some bills. I stayed in the van with the chiddlers while Ty ran inside the bank.
While he was there, I called my long-time friend, Leesh. I'd missed a call from her before we left home, and I was calling her back. We talked for a while, and I invited her to join the family for lunch that day. She said: "Sure! Just call me when you're on your way and I'll meet you somewhere."
Several minutes later, Ty comes out of the bank looking half amused. As he climbs into the van, he says: "So the guy almost didn't give me the checks. Apparently my driver's license expired two months ago."
I was stunned. Ty NEVER forgets to do this kind of stuff! At that moment, I wondered if the world had truly gone mad. Either way, we had to run home and get some of Ty's identification documents so we could go to the Driver's License Division and renew his license.
Once again, I opted to stay in the van with the chiddlers while Ty went inside. After about 15 minutes, (I'd already called Leesh and told her about the unexpected delay), Ty called my cell phone and asked me to run home and get another form of ID for him while he finished up the paperwork and everything. So, I jumped into the driver's seat and headed home.
When I pulled back into the parking lot of the DLD, Ty was outside waiting for me. I gave him the ID, and tried to find a parking space in that tiny, crowded parking lot. I was just trying to turn in to one of them when a weird smell reached my nostrils. I looked out the windshield and noticed that THERE WAS SMOKE COMING FROM UNDER THE HOOD OF THE VAN!!!
I have to admit that I panicked. I ordered CT to get out of his seat and help me get him and AJ out of the van. What if the thing caught fire or blew up or something?
I left the van in the middle of the aisle, only half parked, and ran with the kids over to the lawn next to the building. Ty came out and I explained what was going on. He parked the van, raised the hood, and discovered that the van was literally out of every single fluid known to automobile kind. He called our mechanic and made an appointment to drop the van off the next day. Luckily, there was a Chevron station within walking distance, so he went there to buy the fluids we needed. I called Leesh to tell her that we'd hit yet ANOTHER delay in our lunch plans. I asked her to head in our direction in case we needed a ride home.
Take a deep breath. The day is not over yet.
Ty finally got the van to the point where it didn't seem to be smoking anymore. We headed home, and I called Leesh to ask her to meet us at our house. When we got there, Ty parked the (now smoking) van with great difficulty as the power steering had suddenly decided that it was done working. We picked up our other car, and went to lunch.
After lunch, we made plans to meet Leesh for dinner as well and separated. We then went school clothes shopping for CT. It went well. We got what we needed and on the way home we stopped for gas. As it was a ridiculously hot day, I opened my door to let some air into the car while Ty pumped the gas. CT opened his door as well, so we got a decent cross breeze through the car.
When Ty finished up with everything, he came around and tried to close CT's door. It bounced back at him, refusing to close. He figured that the seat belt or something had just gotten stuck in the doorway, so he checked, and then slammed the door again. It stuck, and we went home.
While we waited for dinner time, the chiddlers played in the family room while I ran upstairs and took a shower. A couple of hours later, we headed to dinner. After parking the car, CT couldn't get out, because his door wasn't opening anymore. Ty finally got it to open, but the friggin' thing wouldn't close again. He sent us ahead to the restaurant while he tried to figure it out.
We had just gotten seated when Ty finally came in to join us. He looked harassed, especially since he still couldn't get the door to close. He asked CT if he had done anything to the door, and the truth came out. Apparently, while we had sat there at the gas station, CT had been messing with the latch on his door and it was in the closed position when Ty tried to close it.
It. Was. Broken.
Yep. Two cars in a matter of hours. It's gotta be some kind of record.
Well...we had dinner. It was good, and we managed to enjoy ourselves. There was live music in the park outside, and we had fun hanging out with Leesh.
At the end of dinner, we faced just one major problem: the only way we could get home was if CT sat in the passenger's seat up front (ILLEGAL), and I sat in his usual spot in the back seat and HELD THE DOOR CLOSED while we drove home. Ty, thinking of the potential difficulties involved with such an arrangement on our usual route, decided to take the back roads. Normally, this isn't a big deal. It only takes a few extra minutes.
But as we all know, this day has been anything but normal.
Unfortunately, there was major road construction taking place on those back roads, and we met up with "Detour" signs. We followed those signs, and found ourselves hopelessly lost in a neighborhood we'd never been to before. Apparently, someone thought it would be HILARIOUS to move some of those "Detour" signs around, hoping to mess with hapless travelers like us. Well, they did a good job. We spent a good 15 minutes driving around in circles before Ty found his way out of that labyrinth. (And there wasn't even a Goblin King!)
During this whole "detour," I was desperately trying to hold that door closed. With every right turn, it was all I could do to keep from falling out of the car.
At long, long last, we got home. Leesh was going to meet us there so we could hang out and just chill for a while. Ty was out in the driveway, literally taking the broken car door apart so he could try and fix it. When Leesh got to our house she helped me get the chiddlers to bed. She also brought chocolate. Let it never be questioned why Leesh and I have been friends for 15 years and counting. She's. Awesome.
In the end, Ty and I decided that the date of August 24th will forever be stricken from our calendar. From now on, it shall just remain a blank space in the year. A day for us to stay in bed and NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE!!!
It was just one of those days where a lot of small things went wrong, one after the other, adding up to a pretty exasperating day.
ALSO, in case you were wondering, here's what ended up happening with the cars:
Ty managed to get the car door put back together, set up in such a way that it would close. Once. It will never open again. Honestly, this doesn't bother me, since it's at least driveable now and for the most part, it's just Ty's car that he uses to go back and forth from work. You won't find me complaining.
The van went to the mechanic as planned and it turned out to be a pretty minor problem. There was a pin-sized hole in the hose for the power steering fluid that was leaking onto the engine block and burning. That was what the smoking was all about. We're just oh so grateful that it was such an easy and inexpensive fix. (This time around.)
Anyway, hope this upcoming weekend will be a winner for all y'all! (And for us, too!) :)
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
My First Week of Class and What I've Learned About Public Transportation...
I started school this week. I've been pretty nervous about it, as I think I've mentioned here before.
The main reason I was nervous is the BIG changes that would have to take place regarding my commuting habits. Because of the difference in traffic, driving to and from campus myself just isn't a very good idea. So...since the University gives its students an ID card that serves as a free UTA pass for all forms of public transportation, I decided that I would do that rather than driving.
Do I have a lot of experience with public transportation? NO. However, it is the best option available to me, so I decided to tackle it. I've spent the last several weeks looking up train routes and figuring out the exact timing and found that I would have to transfer trains twice in order to get to campus. Scary? Yes.
Monday morning, I woke up early and got ready for the day. Then I fixed breakfast (i.e. cold cereal) for myself and the chiddlers and made sure they were both dressed and ready to go to my mom's house. Once I was sure that they were properly set up with all that they needed, I said goodbye and headed for the train station.
Once I got there, I paid very careful attention to all of the signs and everything so I wouldn't get on the wrong freaking train and end up in Reno or something. In the end, I did get on the right train and once I got downtown, I half jogged to catch the light rail train that would take me to the first transfer stop so I could get on the other light rail train that would take me to campus. (Confused yet? Me too.)
I was as nervous as a 5-year-old on the first day of Kindergarten. When the light rail train started moving in (what I perceived to be) the wrong direction, I asked the lady that was sitting across from me: "This is the southbound route, right?" She nodded, smiling kindly.
When we got to the transfer station, I had another lady help me know which way I had to go. She was super nice to me, and very patient with the fact that I was so ridiculously nervous. Anyway, I got to campus just fine, and I started walking. I'd looked at the online map of campus, and knew which direction I wanted to go. I started following a sidewalk up the middle of a road, and got just a bit upset when that sidewalk began to get thinner and thinner until it...DISAPPEARED.
So I was walking in the middle of the road. I figured that was a bad idea when I saw all the cars coming toward my face, so I crossed over to another sidewalk and kept walking. Oh, don't worry. That sidewalk narrowed and disappeared too!!!
At this point, I couldn't really turn back and try a different route, so I just kept walking along the narrow curb at the side of the road as the cars kept coming toward me. I got to my building in one piece, and then I instantly headed for the bathroom because I was SWEATING BULLETS. It was freaking hot outside, I'd been walking uphill, AND I had only just escaped a brush with death. I got some cool, wet paper towels and mopped up my face and neck, trying desperately to cool off. As I exited the bathroom and headed for my class, a glorious vision was presented to my eyes. A Coke machine!!! I took advantage of that opportunity as quickly as possible and went to sit in the hall outside my classroom while I drank the sweet elixir of life that is Coke.
When class started, I sat in my desk and listened to my professor talk about the fascinating subject that is Phonetics. I know I'm going to love it as the semester goes on. My professor is super-knowledgeable and you can tell that he really enjoys the subject he teaches.
My next class (Intro. to Communication Sciences and Disorders) was just down the hall, so we all got there about 15 minutes before the professor did. She's really great. Very experienced in the field of Speech and Language Pathology, and she loves her subject, too. I also like our class, as we are all very open and opinionated and we have really great class discussions. My professor loves this, and encourages these discussions as much as possible.
Class got out a few minutes early, so I got a cold water bottle (because I was super-parched) and headed back down to the train station so I could take the exact same route I followed to get to class, just--you know--in reverse.
I got home in one piece, and found Ty and the chiddlers all there waiting for me. (His shift had ended a couple of hours early, so he'd picked them up from my mom's.) I hugged them all, thrilled to be with them again after such a long day away. Then I made a quick dinner and started to wind down.
And that was just DAY ONE!!!
Yesterday, the public transportation thing was nowhere nearly as nerve-wracking as it was on Monday since I knew what to expect. Class was fabulous, as well. More great class discussions, and yes, another Coke.
When I was almost home again after class, Ty called and asked if I was close to home yet. I said I was about five minutes away, and then he said: "Okay, well there's dinner here for you when you get here."
HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS MY HUSBAND? He ordered pizza and had it delivered just minutes before I got home. A perfect end to a fabulous day!
Now, I'm going to go ahead and tell you all a few things that I've learned about public transportation:
1) It's not that weird. A lot of people take public transportation every day.
2) It's easier than you think. Just scan your pass before you get on and then ride the train to where you need to go. Just make sure you know where you are.
3) You are going to experience a LOT of different smells when you get on one of those trains. Some of them are fine, you know, perfumes, aftershave, shampoo, laundry. Then there are those smells that you can ONLY experience on public transit. In just the last week, I've caught a few whiffs of the most extraordinary B.O. that I have ever smelled. I'm not talking about someone who's just had a sweaty day and is headed home for a shower. I'm talking about the kind of B.O. that comes from a lifetime of refusing to use any kind of deodorant or soap. I'm pretty sure that every single hair that used to be inside my nose has been burned away by the smell that was coming off some of these people.
4) There are some amazingly nice people out there. On Wednesday afternoon, as I was heading for class when I witnessed something really...well...impressive. I had just taken my seat on the first leg of my in-city light rail trip, when the seat directly across from me was taken by a young, African American man. He was wearing one of those "wife beaters" and had tattoos all up and down his arms. I kind of nodded to him as he sat down, and then he turned and started talking to his friend across the aisle. His friend was just as muscular and tattooed as he was, and he had long dreadlocks. They both looked like those "tough guy" types. They talked and laughed as we rattled along the streets when we came to the first stop on our route. A few people came on, and one of them was a man who looked nothing short of exhausted and harassed in every way.
The guy with dreadlocks immediately stood up and said: "Man, you look tired. Take my seat, you need to sit down." I was so impressed with this simple gesture, I couldn't help smiling a little to myself. The tired-looking guy found a different seat, but thanked the dreadlocks guy all the same.
A couple of stops later, two women--a young mom and her mother--were trying to get off the train. They had two young kids with them, probably aged 3 and 5, and a small baby. The mother got off the train with the kids, and the grandmother was trying to wrestle a big stroller when the doors closed on her. Dreadlocks Guy immediately jumped up, pushed the button to open the door for her, and carried the stroller off the train before coming back to his seat. I felt tears in my eyes, I was so touched by this guy's genuinely concerned nature. He helped others with absolutely no hesitation. Basically, he single-handedly restored my faith in humanity.
All in all, my first week of class has been great. Very educational, in more ways than one. You'll probably be hearing more about my experiences this semester, so stay tuned.
Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and finish off this ridiculously long post. Thanks for pushing your way through to the end! :)
The main reason I was nervous is the BIG changes that would have to take place regarding my commuting habits. Because of the difference in traffic, driving to and from campus myself just isn't a very good idea. So...since the University gives its students an ID card that serves as a free UTA pass for all forms of public transportation, I decided that I would do that rather than driving.
Do I have a lot of experience with public transportation? NO. However, it is the best option available to me, so I decided to tackle it. I've spent the last several weeks looking up train routes and figuring out the exact timing and found that I would have to transfer trains twice in order to get to campus. Scary? Yes.
Monday morning, I woke up early and got ready for the day. Then I fixed breakfast (i.e. cold cereal) for myself and the chiddlers and made sure they were both dressed and ready to go to my mom's house. Once I was sure that they were properly set up with all that they needed, I said goodbye and headed for the train station.
Once I got there, I paid very careful attention to all of the signs and everything so I wouldn't get on the wrong freaking train and end up in Reno or something. In the end, I did get on the right train and once I got downtown, I half jogged to catch the light rail train that would take me to the first transfer stop so I could get on the other light rail train that would take me to campus. (Confused yet? Me too.)
I was as nervous as a 5-year-old on the first day of Kindergarten. When the light rail train started moving in (what I perceived to be) the wrong direction, I asked the lady that was sitting across from me: "This is the southbound route, right?" She nodded, smiling kindly.
When we got to the transfer station, I had another lady help me know which way I had to go. She was super nice to me, and very patient with the fact that I was so ridiculously nervous. Anyway, I got to campus just fine, and I started walking. I'd looked at the online map of campus, and knew which direction I wanted to go. I started following a sidewalk up the middle of a road, and got just a bit upset when that sidewalk began to get thinner and thinner until it...DISAPPEARED.
So I was walking in the middle of the road. I figured that was a bad idea when I saw all the cars coming toward my face, so I crossed over to another sidewalk and kept walking. Oh, don't worry. That sidewalk narrowed and disappeared too!!!
At this point, I couldn't really turn back and try a different route, so I just kept walking along the narrow curb at the side of the road as the cars kept coming toward me. I got to my building in one piece, and then I instantly headed for the bathroom because I was SWEATING BULLETS. It was freaking hot outside, I'd been walking uphill, AND I had only just escaped a brush with death. I got some cool, wet paper towels and mopped up my face and neck, trying desperately to cool off. As I exited the bathroom and headed for my class, a glorious vision was presented to my eyes. A Coke machine!!! I took advantage of that opportunity as quickly as possible and went to sit in the hall outside my classroom while I drank the sweet elixir of life that is Coke.
When class started, I sat in my desk and listened to my professor talk about the fascinating subject that is Phonetics. I know I'm going to love it as the semester goes on. My professor is super-knowledgeable and you can tell that he really enjoys the subject he teaches.
My next class (Intro. to Communication Sciences and Disorders) was just down the hall, so we all got there about 15 minutes before the professor did. She's really great. Very experienced in the field of Speech and Language Pathology, and she loves her subject, too. I also like our class, as we are all very open and opinionated and we have really great class discussions. My professor loves this, and encourages these discussions as much as possible.
Class got out a few minutes early, so I got a cold water bottle (because I was super-parched) and headed back down to the train station so I could take the exact same route I followed to get to class, just--you know--in reverse.
I got home in one piece, and found Ty and the chiddlers all there waiting for me. (His shift had ended a couple of hours early, so he'd picked them up from my mom's.) I hugged them all, thrilled to be with them again after such a long day away. Then I made a quick dinner and started to wind down.
And that was just DAY ONE!!!
Yesterday, the public transportation thing was nowhere nearly as nerve-wracking as it was on Monday since I knew what to expect. Class was fabulous, as well. More great class discussions, and yes, another Coke.
When I was almost home again after class, Ty called and asked if I was close to home yet. I said I was about five minutes away, and then he said: "Okay, well there's dinner here for you when you get here."
HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS MY HUSBAND? He ordered pizza and had it delivered just minutes before I got home. A perfect end to a fabulous day!
Now, I'm going to go ahead and tell you all a few things that I've learned about public transportation:
1) It's not that weird. A lot of people take public transportation every day.
2) It's easier than you think. Just scan your pass before you get on and then ride the train to where you need to go. Just make sure you know where you are.
3) You are going to experience a LOT of different smells when you get on one of those trains. Some of them are fine, you know, perfumes, aftershave, shampoo, laundry. Then there are those smells that you can ONLY experience on public transit. In just the last week, I've caught a few whiffs of the most extraordinary B.O. that I have ever smelled. I'm not talking about someone who's just had a sweaty day and is headed home for a shower. I'm talking about the kind of B.O. that comes from a lifetime of refusing to use any kind of deodorant or soap. I'm pretty sure that every single hair that used to be inside my nose has been burned away by the smell that was coming off some of these people.
4) There are some amazingly nice people out there. On Wednesday afternoon, as I was heading for class when I witnessed something really...well...impressive. I had just taken my seat on the first leg of my in-city light rail trip, when the seat directly across from me was taken by a young, African American man. He was wearing one of those "wife beaters" and had tattoos all up and down his arms. I kind of nodded to him as he sat down, and then he turned and started talking to his friend across the aisle. His friend was just as muscular and tattooed as he was, and he had long dreadlocks. They both looked like those "tough guy" types. They talked and laughed as we rattled along the streets when we came to the first stop on our route. A few people came on, and one of them was a man who looked nothing short of exhausted and harassed in every way.
The guy with dreadlocks immediately stood up and said: "Man, you look tired. Take my seat, you need to sit down." I was so impressed with this simple gesture, I couldn't help smiling a little to myself. The tired-looking guy found a different seat, but thanked the dreadlocks guy all the same.
A couple of stops later, two women--a young mom and her mother--were trying to get off the train. They had two young kids with them, probably aged 3 and 5, and a small baby. The mother got off the train with the kids, and the grandmother was trying to wrestle a big stroller when the doors closed on her. Dreadlocks Guy immediately jumped up, pushed the button to open the door for her, and carried the stroller off the train before coming back to his seat. I felt tears in my eyes, I was so touched by this guy's genuinely concerned nature. He helped others with absolutely no hesitation. Basically, he single-handedly restored my faith in humanity.
All in all, my first week of class has been great. Very educational, in more ways than one. You'll probably be hearing more about my experiences this semester, so stay tuned.
Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and finish off this ridiculously long post. Thanks for pushing your way through to the end! :)
Monday, August 20, 2012
The Big Chop of 2012...
Yes people. It has happened. I got the Big Hair Chop on Saturday afternoon.
In the end I couldn't pick just one picture to pattern the cut after, so I brought two and we worked out a nice hybrid hairstyle between them.
Don't worry, I've got pictures!!!
This is me, before the massacre (Ha! My hair doesn't even know what's coming!)
This is the floor at the salon during and after the massacre. (Oh the humanity!!!)
And finally, the result of The Big Chop of 2012. I'm pretty freaking happy with it, and I'm still playing with the styling to see what I like best.
And that's what happens when Candice gets sick of her boring bob and decides to shake things up a bit. Woot! :)
In the end I couldn't pick just one picture to pattern the cut after, so I brought two and we worked out a nice hybrid hairstyle between them.
Don't worry, I've got pictures!!!
This is me, before the massacre (Ha! My hair doesn't even know what's coming!)
This is the floor at the salon during and after the massacre. (Oh the humanity!!!)
And finally, the result of The Big Chop of 2012. I'm pretty freaking happy with it, and I'm still playing with the styling to see what I like best.
And that's what happens when Candice gets sick of her boring bob and decides to shake things up a bit. Woot! :)
Saturday, August 11, 2012
It's Time...
True, it may be later than usual. True, we're within a month of saying goodbye to the season where this choice actually makes sense, but I don't really care at the moment.
That's right. I'm chopping my hair off again.
I've never been able to tolerate my hair getting much longer than shoulder length. Not since the 7th grade. Nowadays, I usually grow it out over the Fall and Winter months and hack it off sometime in the Spring. For some reason, this irresistible itch has overcome me at the end of the Summer this year. I'm basically going through my usual pattern...in reverse.
I always know when it's time for a serious encounter with a pair of scissors when I stop styling my hair on a regular basis. It always ends up spending the entire day wet from the shower, and pulled back into an elastic or clip. It takes too freaking long to dry. I'm a mom! Do I have 30 minutes to fuss over my hair in the morning? NO!
And now my hair doesn't style easily anymore because it's all dry and unhealthy from the time I've spent at the pool this summer. AND...well...it's just time for a change. This is nothing new. As I mentioned before, I do this on a regular basis. However, I AM changing things up a bit in that I'm looking at making my hair even shorter than I usually do.
Normally, I go with this longer, shaggier cut. It's kind of my old standby. I've loved it. (For the source of this image, just Google "Nora Zehetner")
But this time around, I'm looking at something closer to this. I freaking LOVE her hair!!!... (For the source of this image, Google "Ginnifer Goodwin".)
Either way, that's where my mind is.
And yes, Ty's used to this little quirk of mine. It's just a good thing he doesn't care how long my hair is or isn't...or maybe he just knows that I'm going to do what I want to do anyway.
He's always said: "It's your hair, do whatever you want. You'll be beautiful no matter what."
Smart man, that husband of mine. Happy Weekend, Everybody!
That's right. I'm chopping my hair off again.
I've never been able to tolerate my hair getting much longer than shoulder length. Not since the 7th grade. Nowadays, I usually grow it out over the Fall and Winter months and hack it off sometime in the Spring. For some reason, this irresistible itch has overcome me at the end of the Summer this year. I'm basically going through my usual pattern...in reverse.
I always know when it's time for a serious encounter with a pair of scissors when I stop styling my hair on a regular basis. It always ends up spending the entire day wet from the shower, and pulled back into an elastic or clip. It takes too freaking long to dry. I'm a mom! Do I have 30 minutes to fuss over my hair in the morning? NO!
And now my hair doesn't style easily anymore because it's all dry and unhealthy from the time I've spent at the pool this summer. AND...well...it's just time for a change. This is nothing new. As I mentioned before, I do this on a regular basis. However, I AM changing things up a bit in that I'm looking at making my hair even shorter than I usually do.
Normally, I go with this longer, shaggier cut. It's kind of my old standby. I've loved it. (For the source of this image, just Google "Nora Zehetner")
But this time around, I'm looking at something closer to this. I freaking LOVE her hair!!!... (For the source of this image, Google "Ginnifer Goodwin".)
Either way, that's where my mind is.
And yes, Ty's used to this little quirk of mine. It's just a good thing he doesn't care how long my hair is or isn't...or maybe he just knows that I'm going to do what I want to do anyway.
He's always said: "It's your hair, do whatever you want. You'll be beautiful no matter what."
Smart man, that husband of mine. Happy Weekend, Everybody!
Friday, August 3, 2012
Random, Neurotic, Paranoid Rambling...(Seriously, what else do you expect from me at this point?)
So, I'm kind of freaking out. School starts for me in just over two weeks. I will be starting a challenging and competitive program. It's going to be tough, and I'm half terrified. I think I'm scared mainly because I'm heading into a big Unknown.
I'm transferring to a new school. One of the best Universities in the Western United States. I've been going to a University that's great, but the standards for excellence between these two Universities is so very, very different. It's a step up, and I'm just not sure I'm ready for that yet.
Not only will I be going to this new school and trying to get used to the atmosphere there, I will be starting a new, very specific program. The whole point of this Bachelor's Degree is to prepare me for the EXTREMELY intensive Master's Degree program that will turn me into a licensed Speech and Language Pathologist.
Oh, AND I'm going to be doing all of this while still trying to be a good mom to my two kids, and a good wife to my poor husband, who has already resigned himself to the fact that his wife will basically be a complete lunatic for the next 6 years.
Yes, you read that right. Six. Years.
Normally, this whole thing--Bachelor's Degree through Master's Degree--only takes 4 years once your generals are done. My generals are done, but in the interest of maintaining some semblance of sanity AND keeping my grades up to my usual standard, I've decided to only go part-time until I finish my Bachelor's degree. At that point, AJ will be entering 1st Grade, and will therefore be in school full-time with her big brother. That means Mommy will be able to devote those school hours to her Master's Degree program with minimal guilt. It's a good plan, but thinking about those 6 years of schooling is pretty daunting, especially when I haven't even started yet.
BUT, setting all of the blind terror aside, I'm REALLY excited to be starting school again. I LOVE it. I really do. It's like crack to me. I can't get enough. I'm so looking forward to this, and I will probably keep geeking out about it on a regular basis, especially once my new classes start, so brace yourselves.
Oddly enough, my son won't be starting school until after Labor Day this year. It's some new brilliant idea that the geniuses that run the school district have come up with. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Crazy people.
Oh, and I also want to thank those of you who gave me so much encouragement and support after my latest confession. It's good to know there are so many people out there that could use the services of book pushers like me.
Okay, this rant has gone on long enough. Happy Weekend Everybody!
I'm transferring to a new school. One of the best Universities in the Western United States. I've been going to a University that's great, but the standards for excellence between these two Universities is so very, very different. It's a step up, and I'm just not sure I'm ready for that yet.
Not only will I be going to this new school and trying to get used to the atmosphere there, I will be starting a new, very specific program. The whole point of this Bachelor's Degree is to prepare me for the EXTREMELY intensive Master's Degree program that will turn me into a licensed Speech and Language Pathologist.
Oh, AND I'm going to be doing all of this while still trying to be a good mom to my two kids, and a good wife to my poor husband, who has already resigned himself to the fact that his wife will basically be a complete lunatic for the next 6 years.
Yes, you read that right. Six. Years.
Normally, this whole thing--Bachelor's Degree through Master's Degree--only takes 4 years once your generals are done. My generals are done, but in the interest of maintaining some semblance of sanity AND keeping my grades up to my usual standard, I've decided to only go part-time until I finish my Bachelor's degree. At that point, AJ will be entering 1st Grade, and will therefore be in school full-time with her big brother. That means Mommy will be able to devote those school hours to her Master's Degree program with minimal guilt. It's a good plan, but thinking about those 6 years of schooling is pretty daunting, especially when I haven't even started yet.
BUT, setting all of the blind terror aside, I'm REALLY excited to be starting school again. I LOVE it. I really do. It's like crack to me. I can't get enough. I'm so looking forward to this, and I will probably keep geeking out about it on a regular basis, especially once my new classes start, so brace yourselves.
Oddly enough, my son won't be starting school until after Labor Day this year. It's some new brilliant idea that the geniuses that run the school district have come up with. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Crazy people.
Oh, and I also want to thank those of you who gave me so much encouragement and support after my latest confession. It's good to know there are so many people out there that could use the services of book pushers like me.
Okay, this rant has gone on long enough. Happy Weekend Everybody!
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