Back to school, old lady style.

I decided to go back to school in January. I am tired of the same old, unchallenging job, and working with kids who have no desire to be where they are, forever so how could I possibly lead them or give them drive as their manager? They are all college kids. They know that the job they hold now is only tentative. I thought to myself, "why should I have to accept this reality for myself, I am only 32. Who says I cant go back to school?" So, here I am. I always had the desire to be in the medical field so I am not only going back to school, but im going to DO IT UP, I'm going straight for my master's degree. Why not right?

Although I was excited to challenge myself, and I knew I was always good at being a student in the past, I became more intimidated as the beginning of the semester crept up in January. What if I forgot how to study? How will I find the time to do homework and take care of my kids? What if I took too many credits? What if I suck at being a student now? What if my brain is too old to learn these things? All of these seemingly silly, but very real thoughts pummeled my consiousness almost every second of my day. I was really worried that I was getting ahead of myself.

Now that I am almost at midterm, I realize I was worried for nothing. I am still a good student, if not better. I have a goal in mind. I have more responsibilty now than I did when I was 20, so I have learned to better manage my life, and furthermore my homework and study. I love school. I love the new challenge. Yes, my brain is still capable of retaining all of the priceless information I am receiving from my excellent instructors. One of my instructors told me I shouldnt worry, that I am more likely to succeed now, than when I was younger. He was right. Yes, going back to school in my thirties, with children is hard work. It is the most welcome hard work I could have ever imagined. I hope someone reads this and finds the courage to do the same.