For the past 2 years I have faithfully attended the junior college here in Paris. It was a short term step to a long term goal. Today, in the too-early morning hours, I have moved on from the junior college and am now a part of the big university. While my sleepy brain protested to the 7:30 am start of the orientation, I actually enjoyed it. They suckered me in and for the first time- I actually feel like a college student. I have teased people that for many and various reasons I am a psuedo-student. I’m an older college student, I take night and online classes, I don’t wear any t-shirts to proudly proclaim what school I go to, nor will you find a bumper sticker on my car. I don’t partake in the college social life- basically I show up for class and go on with my life.
I am so blessed for this opportunity to go to college- Thank you Uncle Sam! But I hope that my girls see all of this work that I am doing- that they are all going through and will want to get college done and over with as soon as they can. I want them to be young enough where they can participate in the college social life (well- the good parts of college life…of course!). I want them to be on the college campus during the day and not have to worry about getting through a full time job and full time course load. I want them to do better than what I have done- well what I am still doing. I am fairly confident that will be the case, since to be a rocket scientist and a world traveling, award winning artist they will need a good college education.
It’s funny- right now I have all of these amazing dreams, hopes, and curious thoughts as to what the girls will look like and chose for a career when they are older. Right now my dreams for them are the stars. And I don’t care how old they get or how frustrating the teen years will be- I hope they always feel like I am always believing that they can reach the stars.
I have the fear that if I forget that- or at least forget to tell them as they get older that I still hold on to that belief- that they themselves will forget. That leads to a road (haha not the dark side….) where you let life happen and you are just the bystander going with the way things are. I want them to life their life and take control of it (as much as you can)- instead of life controlling what they do.
Ok- enough talk about that- there is a mouse under my desk! Ack! And the cats are trying to get it…sooo umm…that tells me I do NOT want to continue to stay in this spot…no way!