I long to go back to school.
I’m almost thirty and the only time I’ve ever set foot on a college campus was to walk with Shawn’s cousin to drop off some paperwork.
I never took the PSAT or SAT while in high school. I don’t know why I didn’t, but I didn’t. I’m now wishing I had.
I did some research tonight on the PSAT and found that I do just fine on all the writing/reading related questions (no surprise), but when it comes to the math I’m completely and utterly lost (again, no surprise). I know that I did all that stuff in high school and even understood it. But not now.
Now I’m scared. Is it to late for me to try to do the school thing? Especially since I want to be a teacher and that takes quite a few years of schooling. Or do I get some books and start studying to take the SAT? And do I really need to take the SAT before entering school, or can I take the test once I’ve taken some of the basic courses? I’m hoping for the latter. Maybe then I’ll actually pass. Yes, I know you can’t really fail the SAT, but if I want to be able to go to school I’m going to need some type of financial assistance. And the better your score the better your chances. At least I think that’s how it works. I could be wrong.
So here I sit Googling this and that and the other thing trying to figure out what to do. Or maybe what not to do. I don’t know. I really want to go back to school. But this is a big step.
It’ll be good for me, right? And it’ll be good for the girls too. It’d show them that school really is important and that it’s better late than never. Now if I can only find a way to finance it.
And that brings us to my other stumbling block. Is it possible to find a scholarship or grant or anything that is aimed at the SAHM? You know, something that actually rewards you for trying to go back to school after 10 1/2 years of taking care of your husband and children. I don’t even know if that is possible.
Maybe I should do what SAJ suggested. Start writing about Britney and K-Fed, the African children that were kidnapped and now can’t go home, the town for sale, or even the news anchor who committed suicide, to up my blog hits. Which would up my ad revenue. Which I could then use to purchase a laptop and maybe pay for some classes and books for school.
Don’t worry, I won’t really subject to the horror that is current events.
And for those of you who actually read this boring post here’s your reward:
The cutest kitten ever on her first night home:
SuperChic sitting with her “writing” (I think she looks like Ron Weasley):



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