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Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Only Relationship I'll Be Writing About is My Love–Hate Toward Moose

Although I no longer "work outside the home," as they say, being the anxiety-ridden worrywart Plan-B-ready-in-case-of-disaster type of gal that I am, I've kept my teaching certificate active all these years. You know, just in case I ever feel like I've got too much time on my hands, I can run on over to the nearest public high school and whip a few juvenile delinquents into shape.

In order to keep the Department of Education happy, I'm required to take a couple upper-division college classes every 5 years to keep my brain sharp (yeah, I know, good luck with that) and my teaching credentials current. I'm guessing that this lengthy period of time allows a person plenty of options; you've got FIVE YEARS to select, enroll, attend, and complete two measly courses. Ah, yes, well. I've been busy this last half-decade. Ahem.

So now I'm down to the wire and must get serious about my schooling. I was hoping I could find a good online course, but this semester's options do not appeal to me. Nothing against math or statistics, but . . . yuck. The local campus offers lots of classes that I'd love to take—cooking! aerobics! photography!—but they're lower division and only 1 credit. Alas, I'm forced to choose from among subjects involving reading and research and discussion (shudder) and the dreaded essay assignment.

I finally found something that looks promising: a nonfiction writing course—NOT expository writing, because, well, YUCK—that meets one night a week for 3 hours. I don't like sitting on my tiny derriere for 3 hours at a time unless I'm watching a Lord of the Rings movie, but it's much easier on the family schedule for me to disappear a few hours one evening than if I took the other type of class that meets 3 separate times throughout the week.

All of this blather is to say I attend my first class of the semester tonight. Please, dear Lord, don't let "nonfiction writing" mean I have to read a bunch of 20-year-olds' world-weary thoughts on relationships.



Dinner last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn

Exactly one year ago:

Exactly two years ago:



4 comments:

  1. UnknownSeptember 1, 2011 at 10:58 AM

    I can't wait to hear how it goes! I just don't know that I'd be able to sit through a class with a bunch of college kids at this point in my life.

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  2. KatherineSeptember 2, 2011 at 4:08 PM

    I can't imagine going back to college, unless it was to take one of those lower division cooking or photography classes. I hope your class goes well, with only minimal 20 year old angst.

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  3. Karen M. PetersonSeptember 3, 2011 at 10:08 PM

    That class could be really interesting. I hope it turns out to be good and not full of angsty 20 year olds!

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  4. Shanniel ShakespeareSeptember 6, 2011 at 7:09 AM

    Welcome again to the world of classes :) all the best. I wish for your brain quick thinking and excellent recap. Do ur thing and show them what you've got.

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