Damn it's been a bit since I posted. I am overwhelmed with school AGAIN. I am burned out, taking summer classes was probably not a bright idea. I have only had a few school free weeks in the last year.
I need a break.
As I write this post, I SHOULD be writing a rousing speech about the benefits of comprehensive sex education programs. BLAH BLAH BLAH.
Speaking of the fun that is being an old chick in college, I am struggling with what I want to be when I grow up. I know, I know, 31 is kinda already grown up. It's more like what I want to be when my kids grow up. When I started going back to school long long ago, I thought I wanted to be a nurse. After a scary incident with a friend that involved blood and a seizure, I realized there was no way in freaking hell I could handle nursing.
So I went to what seemed to me, the next most obvious mommy job, teaching. The first few teaching classes were awesome. I didn't even mind working in the schools, but I am doubting myself now. Dealing with my sons teachers, county red tape, and seeing nonstop budget cuts, I am left wondering if this is really what I want to do. And then there is another problem...
I really don't care for other people's kids. Which could be an issue, since teachers, teach, you know, KIDS. I mean I love kids, but I think my boys sap up all my patience and understanding.
So if I don't want to teach or be a nurse, what do I want to do?
Another thing to consider is Noah will more than likely not be able to be alone after school, even through high school, and care for special needs is expensive as hell.
I am close to my AA, after a short 3 years (I am going half time). I need to decide something, unless I chose to get a general AA and decide a major later. Thank God I didn't go to college when I was young and indecisive!
WTF, me. #solareclipse2017
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