College Student/Grandma examines the different facets of returning to academic life @ old age! Also, comments on life in general, being a grandma, growing up, reflections on aging, and lots of silly stuff!
Spring Break….something I have not observed in MANY years!
This year, it has special meaning to me, since my return to the academic world in January. I thought that I would treat going back to school like a job: show up every day, do my work, get paid in A’s. Wish it was that easy! It has proven to be a significant challenge, since my brain is not that supple, spongy cello that you can buy new. It’s more like a dried up sponge, left out in the Arizona sun for too many days: hard to permeate and not very good at picking up anything! I have learned, sure, but I’ve also learned that I’m not as sharp as the 20-somethings in my classes, not as amenable to the routine of HAVING to be somewhere every day and not as sure of myself as I once was. But there IS a bright side to it all: I’ve met some wonderful people in this first half of the semester, I’ve learned that you CAN keep on learning in Life, even if it IS more difficult, and that every road you take WILL have bumps in it. I’ve learned that I CAN write, although my “style” needs work. I’ve learned that young folk aren’t ALL bad, some are actually a delight to be around. I’ve learned that teachers have patience that I only WISH I possessed: I would have made a LOUSY teacher! I’ve learned that you can prove the nay-sayers wrong and prove to your supporters that you’ve still got potential. I’ve learned that a Mac computer can only frighten you if you LET it. I’ve learned that you’re never too old to try something new and if you give it your best shot, you’ve succeeded. Most of all, I’ve learned that I miss FISHING more than I thought I would! The solitude of nature. The thrill of bringing in that big one. The trading of “fish stories” with the other folks out there fishing. The daydreaming while staring at clouds and looking for objects in their formations. Trying to identify birds and their sounds. And lest I forget: the occasional prairie dog or squirrel that crosses my path. It’s not JUST about the fishing, it’s about getting out, relaxing, and being active. I plan to do just that during Spring Break.
OR I might say Heck with it all and go to Rocky Point with all the kids and drink tequila 24/7!!!