Sixteen years is a long time to do anything. There's a reason there are term limits on our most important government positions--after a while, it's like you're adding milk to weak gravy to stretch it over those last servings rather than do the work of making a whole new batch. I've been taking college classes for sixteen years, and today, at 5:30 pm, I will be done, done, done.
This is my third degree; my undergraduate from the University of Illinois in agriculture education took four years, my first master's in educational studies from Western Illinois University took seven, and my second (and final) master's in educational leadership from WIU took two and a half. As I like to tell my students, life's a bridge and I'm SO over it.
My family doesn't believe me that I'm done with school for good, but my name's Lou and I'm all through. Now the challenge will be to prevent filling the hole where classes used to be with other work and keeping myself to the promise to actually enjoy life a little. In my mind, there's a little hole scooped in the sand of my life, and now I'm going to have to bail like hell to keep it empty. Somebody better get me a bucket, and fast.
Now, I can't promise I'll stop taking opportunities to learn things. There's a nifty QDMA Stewardship I seminar that has caught my eye, and I could always use a night class for some Photoshop training. However, whatever I do will compliment my new life plan rather than detract from it. With degree in hand, I officially declare my new major to be Outdoor Recreation. I just hope I can pass the final!
This is my third degree; my undergraduate from the University of Illinois in agriculture education took four years, my first master's in educational studies from Western Illinois University took seven, and my second (and final) master's in educational leadership from WIU took two and a half. As I like to tell my students, life's a bridge and I'm SO over it.
My family doesn't believe me that I'm done with school for good, but my name's Lou and I'm all through. Now the challenge will be to prevent filling the hole where classes used to be with other work and keeping myself to the promise to actually enjoy life a little. In my mind, there's a little hole scooped in the sand of my life, and now I'm going to have to bail like hell to keep it empty. Somebody better get me a bucket, and fast.
Now, I can't promise I'll stop taking opportunities to learn things. There's a nifty QDMA Stewardship I seminar that has caught my eye, and I could always use a night class for some Photoshop training. However, whatever I do will compliment my new life plan rather than detract from it. With degree in hand, I officially declare my new major to be Outdoor Recreation. I just hope I can pass the final!
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