Here I am again. Back in my normal font. (I'm a... fontist?)
What I was trying to say is that I'm considering what my teacher said. In fact, I need to sit down and write her a good email. (Because I'm scared to talk to her on the phone. I'm scared that she'll start saying all kinds of nice, encouraging, supportive, kind things about me and I'll freak out.)
I'm getting a Bachelor of General Studies which means I pick two or three "areas of concentration" and can take all my classes online. I initially selected English and Sociology but now I'm thinking about adding Women's Studies. I just checked and my current university offers an MA in English and WS and an MA and PhD in Sociology. (Dr. Circe Smith has got a kinda cool ring to it, doesn't it?)
But I'm torn. I'm SERIOUSLY torn in that I really don't know what I want to do with my degree.
I'm pretty sure (make that, rilly-rilly sure), that I'm not cut out to teach at a public school level here inEast North Texas. (I mean... it's like a CLUB. The teachers meet for prayer together before class starts...)
I'd like to teach at a college level; that's gotta be better, right? Maybe even prayer-free? As I know I've said before, and this isn't JUST my misanthropy and quasi-agoraphobia talking, I want to be an online college professor. I want to slump around in my so-called underwear and teach online. Kind of like what I've been doing all summer, but as a teacher and not a student. And for, like, MONEY.
But I don't need to be worrying about it now. (Heh. Most of you know me better than that, right? You know that I NEVER procrastinate worrying...)
Right now I need to worry about selling my truck to the driveway guy. He offered me twelve hundred for it and I apparently accepted. We were supposed to, heh, consummate the transaction this morning but I can't find the damned title. He said I need to go to the courthouse this Monday and get a replacement title, one without Fran's name on it as well. Is that going to be difficult? I'm pretty sure my divorce gave me the truck. (Heh. That's all I got, an old truck.)
I went out to clear out the truck yesterday and I felt like crying. I think if I hadn't been sweating so much I woulda cried. I've had the truck for ten years and it was filled with ten years of kid stuff. I found tiny little kid socks wedged between the seats, little matchbox cars, Happy Meal toys (and we haven't been to McDonald's in... geez... a LONG time). Papers and cards and all the flotsam and jetsam of driving three kids around for ten years (and being, well, messy).
If I'd had any salinity to spare, I would have cried. I'm seriously conflicted about selling the truck. Even though I really need the money. And even though it's just sitting out there, infested with MICE.
And now I'm re-bummed out.
And I've g2g.
What I was trying to say is that I'm considering what my teacher said. In fact, I need to sit down and write her a good email. (Because I'm scared to talk to her on the phone. I'm scared that she'll start saying all kinds of nice, encouraging, supportive, kind things about me and I'll freak out.)
I'm getting a Bachelor of General Studies which means I pick two or three "areas of concentration" and can take all my classes online. I initially selected English and Sociology but now I'm thinking about adding Women's Studies. I just checked and my current university offers an MA in English and WS and an MA and PhD in Sociology. (Dr. Circe Smith has got a kinda cool ring to it, doesn't it?)
But I'm torn. I'm SERIOUSLY torn in that I really don't know what I want to do with my degree.
I'm pretty sure (make that, rilly-rilly sure), that I'm not cut out to teach at a public school level here in
I'd like to teach at a college level; that's gotta be better, right? Maybe even prayer-free? As I know I've said before, and this isn't JUST my misanthropy and quasi-agoraphobia talking, I want to be an online college professor. I want to slump around in my so-called underwear and teach online. Kind of like what I've been doing all summer, but as a teacher and not a student. And for, like, MONEY.
But I don't need to be worrying about it now. (Heh. Most of you know me better than that, right? You know that I NEVER procrastinate worrying...)
Right now I need to worry about selling my truck to the driveway guy. He offered me twelve hundred for it and I apparently accepted. We were supposed to, heh, consummate the transaction this morning but I can't find the damned title. He said I need to go to the courthouse this Monday and get a replacement title, one without Fran's name on it as well. Is that going to be difficult? I'm pretty sure my divorce gave me the truck. (Heh. That's all I got, an old truck.)
I went out to clear out the truck yesterday and I felt like crying. I think if I hadn't been sweating so much I woulda cried. I've had the truck for ten years and it was filled with ten years of kid stuff. I found tiny little kid socks wedged between the seats, little matchbox cars, Happy Meal toys (and we haven't been to McDonald's in... geez... a LONG time). Papers and cards and all the flotsam and jetsam of driving three kids around for ten years (and being, well, messy).
If I'd had any salinity to spare, I would have cried. I'm seriously conflicted about selling the truck. Even though I really need the money. And even though it's just sitting out there, infested with MICE.
And now I'm re-bummed out.
And I've g2g.
Congratulations on the excellent grade! You'd be absolutely great at WS. Plus, you're, like, a woman, so that gives you an edge :)
I can understand your conflict about selling the truck. Lots of memories there, but it's not doing you any good where it is and the money would be a good thing.
**side note** While trying to type "understand", I actually typed "undersatan". Simple mistake or Freudian slip? ;)
A degree in Women's Studies?
Why?
I'm aware that such things exist, but I've never encountered one in real life. What does one do with an MA in Women's Studies?
This isn't meant to sound snarky or anything... I'm truly curious.
Why not, say... go to law school instead?