Ugh, another rainy day. Feels like it’s been over a week since the sun has been out. Living in a travel trailer with this much rain is a bit of a challenge. We are dry and warm, but mud is hard to keep outside. Even with the use of our mudroom. Life is always full of challenges isn’t it? And it seems each stage of life morphs into different ones, even if they sometimes seem to be the same ones.
One thing I’ve learned over the years is it is about handling these challenges as opportunities. Opportunities to learn something, to gain knowledge, empathy, wisdom, and most important to do it all gracefully… well, if you are like me and often lack gracefulness, lean on God’s grace. His strength and grace are unwavering.
This past week I received a very nice email from the University of Phoenix (UOP). They published this article in their internal system but were nice enough to share screenshots. It got me pondering, remembering, the challenges of my education. The pressure I faced from family to get a degree that morphed into my own personal desire, only after serving as Family Readiness Group (FRG) leader for two deployments, to finish my degree.
Growing up, college was forced on us. I really, really, really, wanted to be both a naturalist (work in the woods researching bugs and plant life) or a forensic pathologist (Patricia Cornwell books inspired me). I had no people skills. I was the oddball who was bullied ever since fifth grade. The horror stories I could share with you about what the “mean girls” did to me…. remembering is just as painful as living through it, so I keep trying to forget.
Unfortunately, I sucked at math. Well… really, I had two horrible teachers. And I can say that now because I now know the math and know what it should have been like to learn and teach it to someone like me. I remember all my questions because I wanted to learn and I remember vividly the ridicule from both teachers. Well, inappropriate sexual comments by one and ridicule from the other. Any way… sidetracking.
My parents saw my lack and highly encouraged… or forced… me to go to school for elementary education. I remember my mom saying I should be a teacher, have a pension, and find a husband. LOL well, I tried. I really did try being what they wanted me to be, but I couldn’t handle the stress and loneliness, so in a course of very bad choices I ended up running away to Alaska.
I’ll skip a lot of that time to keep this blog post focused on education. So it looked like this; AK: started in elementary education, lost almost all credits with a change in major to biology… met my husband, moved, married, lost all my credits from un-transferability between AK and GA and then TN.