My decision to return to college was purely random. There was no pondering over the decision; no weighing in the pros and cons, no thinking it through or any real thought behind it. I literally woke up one morning and said to myself “I think I’ll go back to college” and I made the call. I called the College of New Rochelle and made the appointment for the admissions test. And before I knew what was actually happening, I was a matriculated college student.
Now let’s back up a little to a time before I made the rash decision to return to school. Three months prior to my fortieth birthday, my supervisor asked me if I had any desire to obtain a Bachelor’s degree. I was pretty adamant about my reply when I told him no. “Not a chance in hell” I thought. What would a woman my age be doing amidst a bunch of something-teen know-it-alls who would look to me as the know-nothing old woman in the room? Why would I subject myself to such humiliation?
Furthermore, I was perfectly content with my …show more content…
I thought perhaps I needed a change in scenery, so I began researching jobs. My research led me to some alarming discoveries, most jobs requires a bachelor’s degree… something I was short of. I talked with friends hoping they could somehow give me a clue as to what I was missing without giving them too much. My best friend then suggested that perhaps what I needed was a challenge. I take the easy road to everything in life and that perhaps I needed some form of academic stimulation. That day, all the opportunities in Hell was mine for the taking for it was the day I woke up and called the College of New Rochelle to book my admissions test. And literally, a month later, I was sitting in a class room filled with, with people my age or at least close to it, each one of us filled with anxieties as to our own reasons why we were here. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t ask myself what I’m doing
Now let’s back up a little to a time before I made the rash decision to return to school. Three months prior to my fortieth birthday, my supervisor asked me if I had any desire to obtain a Bachelor’s degree. I was pretty adamant about my reply when I told him no. “Not a chance in hell” I thought. What would a woman my age be doing amidst a bunch of something-teen know-it-alls who would look to me as the know-nothing old woman in the room? Why would I subject myself to such humiliation?
Furthermore, I was perfectly content with my …show more content…
I thought perhaps I needed a change in scenery, so I began researching jobs. My research led me to some alarming discoveries, most jobs requires a bachelor’s degree… something I was short of. I talked with friends hoping they could somehow give me a clue as to what I was missing without giving them too much. My best friend then suggested that perhaps what I needed was a challenge. I take the easy road to everything in life and that perhaps I needed some form of academic stimulation. That day, all the opportunities in Hell was mine for the taking for it was the day I woke up and called the College of New Rochelle to book my admissions test. And literally, a month later, I was sitting in a class room filled with, with people my age or at least close to it, each one of us filled with anxieties as to our own reasons why we were here. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t ask myself what I’m doing