A sunny Sunday. Light breeze keeping it feeling just perfect. Nice day to sit and do absolutely nothing, me thinks. :-)
I’m trying to figure out my future. If I plan on Grad School, it’s time to start investigating all of that, see what my options are, take the GRE this year, apply, etc. What do I want to be when I grow up? :-)
The program I was originally pursuing to become a speech/communication teacher at the high school level was canceled just before I transferred into it. So I spent a year after finishing at the community college bumbling around at the college’s two radio stations (working as a DJ, News Director, and Promotions Director) and trying to figure out where to transfer and what degree to pursue now that my dream degree no longer existed.
After a full year of grieving the loss of my intended studies, I wound up at the University of Washington (Tacoma campus) pursuing an interdisciplinary degree in Arts, Media and Culture (comparative arts track) and still trying to figure out what to do after school.
Teaching, probably. But teaching what? Communication? English? European History? Urban Studies? I’ve found that my interdisciplinary interests actually make decisions a little harder because of how broadly my academic interests spread. At my community college, I was voted by the faculty as the Humanities Student of the Year. But my science teachers had tried to convince me that I should change to environmental science because of my ability to communicate scientific concepts clearly and in a way the general population could understand.
Humanities. Science. Communication. English. History. Art. Philosophy. Love ‘em all. :-)
And although I know I want to teach, the question remains: teach where? High school? Community college? University? Start my own private school? Work with home schoolers? Adult education? Classes and workshops? All of these possible options require different levels of study and different focuses in grad school.
And have I mentioned before that decisions don’t always come easy to me? ;-)
Plus I have the added pressure of not being as young as I used to be and needing to find a way to support myself until retirement (and beyond). I’m hoping to do something that won’t have a mandatory retirement age since I won’t financially be in a position to stop working (and I’d rather not work the drive-thru at McD’s as a 70 year old woman, thank you very much).
I think I’m going to try using my blog as sort of a sounding board as I try to sort out the next steps in my life’s journey. This displaced homemaker thing is for the birds.
But there’s something empowering and satisfying about finally being able to pursue my lifelong goals of higher education that were put on the back burner for so long in the midst of raising kiddos and dealing with hubby’s illness.
I feel like I’m getting to start over. Which is both a good thing and a hard thing. I would’ve preferred to live happily ever after with my husband … but life had other plans. Now I get to choose my own ever-after. It feels a lot less lonely now than it did when I first started down this journey alone. I think I’ve learned to be my own company and my own friend.