So, I have gone back to school…. AGAIN. For the LAST time. For real.
No, seriously. 🙂 I don’t think I can go much further than a PhD! 🙂
I don’t think I ever would have gotten this far. If you would have asked 18 year old me, graduating high school, if she would have thought about going to school for a PhD someday, I think she would have laughed her ass off. She was a lost child, just trying to survive her chaotic existence, little stability, her grandparents as her guardians (that alone should tell you something….). I was a mess. I was headed to the University of Illinois. Not because I really wanted to go there…. no, I was following my boyfriend at the time. Yeah, brilliant move. I had never set foot on the campus prior to move-in day. I know, I know, not the smartest. But, hey, at least I was smart enough to get in! – I just wasn’t smart enough to stay. See, I didn’t know how to learn. School came too easy for me overall. I got by doing the general amount of work, found hacks as I could, and overall just survived. Literally always was surviving. Lied as necessary, manipulated, whatever it took. I was whatever I needed to be. It was a sad, sorry existence, but it was what it was. I had a difficult childhood, whether or not my family wants to admit it. When you make a child lie to authority figures, when half of her life is a lie, she just gets better and better at lying. Until she no longer knows how to tell the truth. Even to herself. Took me years to figure that out. But I digress.
My first major in college was photography. I loved taking photos. Still do, honestly. I consider myself semi-pro, cause I’ve been published and have shown, but I do it for fun, not for profit. But back then, I decided I was going to major in photography… because I had no F’in clue what else to do. Seriously. Oh, and mind you, I hadn’t taken an art class in high school other than the year of photo. Yeah, you can imagine how well it turned out. Because apparently, at least in the program I went to, you have to know how to DRAW in order to be a photo major! Doh. I managed C’s. I’m not complaining, because honestly, that was pretty generous. I lasted 2 years at U of I.
My mother told me school was not for me.
Do you know how much that pissed me off? To be told, after years and years and years of basically being told you MUST go to college after high school, that school wasn’t for me? I couldn’t fathom it. It was just incomprehensible. School was EVERYTHING to me. It was the ONLY thing to me. If I didn’t go to school to make something of myself, well, I was a complete failure in my mind. (DISCLAIMER – that is MY mind. I am NOT saying that everyone who doesn’t go to college is a failure. We all go on different paths in life. My path in my mind was only college. There are many life paths that are just as acceptable. Do what is right for YOU.)
I should also mention my mother is also someone who gives up at the first sign of defeat and never works at anything. Running away is easier. I refused to be like her in any way.
So, I went to community college in the summer. Took an “online” class, which is not like online classes today, but much more independent back in the early 2000’s. Got a better GPA. Applied at NIU, got accepted, found a major I liked a lot more, moved in there, restarted school, got involved in stuff this time (which I didn’t last time because I was too hung up with the stupid boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend), and finally graduated with my Bachelors degree.
That degree came hard-earned. I did not graduate with the best grades, but I did graduate. I started to learn how to actually study, how to actually learn. And I got better at it the farther along I moved through my degrees, which has led me to here, to now. I’ve learned to write so much better along the way, thanks to my amazing proofreader, my now dear husband. It’s all come to this point. I’m actually here, working on my doctorate. And this first month is going well! I’ve gotten great feedback (and grades!) from my professors, even on one assignment that I didn’t think I was going to fair well on, which was very encouraging. It’s almost like that little girl from that chaotic homelife got herself together, made her life what SHE wanted, gave her mother the finger essentially when her mother told her school wasn’t for her (and also turned my back on her for the last 12 years), and went off to do what she needed to do for herself.
I like what that girl turned out to be. Took her a hot minute, but I like her.