Graduation Talk
Alright let's talk about something more down to earth. Graduation.
By July 26th my credits will be in review for my two BA degrees, I will have graduated with honors in both History and Religious Studies. It's been an interesting road to this place I find myself in.
Let's begin with when I entered community college, shall we? I started thinking I was going to teach preschool for the rest of my life. I took some classes, barely passed them. Kind of realized the amount of B.S. people spew when it comes to children. Especially calling it B.S. because they never live up to the whole "positive reinforcement" ideal. I found myself stuck in a sea of women who chose to teach kids because they wanted kids, and not because they wanted, TRULY WANTED, to teach. So I was a little aggravated, and in love with German. Getting through a AA direct transfer degree so I could teach elementary? I guess that's where I thought I was going. And my grades kept staying sub-par as I worked at the daycare and moved from place to place. I partied and got stressed with people instead of school.I went to Germany.
Eventually, when it got time to apply to universities, my grades had become a serious problem. I wasn't allowed into WWU, I "settled" for CWU because Rozi was there and because...I GUESS it had an OK ed. program. But I wasn't convinced at that point. I just knew I was moving away from friends, to the middle of no where, to a school I had never really heard of before.
Getting to CWU meant taking some classes, and planning my next two years (which turned into only 18 months! at the school). Immediately I encountered problems with the education department. Threw my hands up and gave up on them entirely.
Stuck with History and Religious Studies. Man how I thrived in those classes. Because I actually enjoyed what I was learning and the assignments I was given.
Now I'm in East Asian historical studies, applying to graduate schools in the fall with shining grades and amazing letters of recommendation coming my way. I'd say this move, which I was dreading, has worked out for the best. I am going to be a professor. I'm going to research something new, something fresh, something I can write BOOKS on. If I'm a professor then I will be PUBLISHED. Well I have to be if I want a good position. But let's face it, of course I can make it. This life of mine, it is the most wonderful life. I'm going places and I'm hoping that those places will be even better and more challenging.
So I'm graduating. A first-generation college graduate.
I have a job at the library on campus.
I'm learning Chinese next year.
Yeah.
Ta Daaaa!
By July 26th my credits will be in review for my two BA degrees, I will have graduated with honors in both History and Religious Studies. It's been an interesting road to this place I find myself in.
Let's begin with when I entered community college, shall we? I started thinking I was going to teach preschool for the rest of my life. I took some classes, barely passed them. Kind of realized the amount of B.S. people spew when it comes to children. Especially calling it B.S. because they never live up to the whole "positive reinforcement" ideal. I found myself stuck in a sea of women who chose to teach kids because they wanted kids, and not because they wanted, TRULY WANTED, to teach. So I was a little aggravated, and in love with German. Getting through a AA direct transfer degree so I could teach elementary? I guess that's where I thought I was going. And my grades kept staying sub-par as I worked at the daycare and moved from place to place. I partied and got stressed with people instead of school.I went to Germany.
Eventually, when it got time to apply to universities, my grades had become a serious problem. I wasn't allowed into WWU, I "settled" for CWU because Rozi was there and because...I GUESS it had an OK ed. program. But I wasn't convinced at that point. I just knew I was moving away from friends, to the middle of no where, to a school I had never really heard of before.
Getting to CWU meant taking some classes, and planning my next two years (which turned into only 18 months! at the school). Immediately I encountered problems with the education department. Threw my hands up and gave up on them entirely.
Stuck with History and Religious Studies. Man how I thrived in those classes. Because I actually enjoyed what I was learning and the assignments I was given.
Now I'm in East Asian historical studies, applying to graduate schools in the fall with shining grades and amazing letters of recommendation coming my way. I'd say this move, which I was dreading, has worked out for the best. I am going to be a professor. I'm going to research something new, something fresh, something I can write BOOKS on. If I'm a professor then I will be PUBLISHED. Well I have to be if I want a good position. But let's face it, of course I can make it. This life of mine, it is the most wonderful life. I'm going places and I'm hoping that those places will be even better and more challenging.
So I'm graduating. A first-generation college graduate.
I have a job at the library on campus.
I'm learning Chinese next year.
Yeah.
Ta Daaaa!