Jesus, This Crap Again?
Somehow, my husband has convinced me that going back and finishing my two year degree is cheaper for us right now than paying back some outstanding student loans. He's probably right, and I guess I 'need' the education since I only seem to be getting so far with in my personal growth.
So, I start school again tomorrow and I am feeling very very mixed about it. Most of it's just online classes to satisfy some random person's idea of what a degree should look like. I am taking a creative writing class on campus in person with, I'm sure, a bunch of 18 year olds hoping for an easy A.
It might be awesome, and I probably shouldn't let my general hatred for the education system get in the way of my good time, but the feeling remains and I'm having a hell of a time shaking it.
In other news, I have a few things out to a couple of compainies, and I'm trying not to dismiss them just because it's taking longer to hear back than I want. I have no outstanding work and that's making me buggy. I can find my own work, of course, and I will, but contract work is just so much nicer.
I have a head full of romantic stories. I don't usually, and so it's strange to me. Maybe I'm in heat.
On that note,
TTYL
Originally published at In Other Words.
So, I start school again tomorrow and I am feeling very very mixed about it. Most of it's just online classes to satisfy some random person's idea of what a degree should look like. I am taking a creative writing class on campus in person with, I'm sure, a bunch of 18 year olds hoping for an easy A.
It might be awesome, and I probably shouldn't let my general hatred for the education system get in the way of my good time, but the feeling remains and I'm having a hell of a time shaking it.
In other news, I have a few things out to a couple of compainies, and I'm trying not to dismiss them just because it's taking longer to hear back than I want. I have no outstanding work and that's making me buggy. I can find my own work, of course, and I will, but contract work is just so much nicer.
I have a head full of romantic stories. I don't usually, and so it's strange to me. Maybe I'm in heat.
On that note,
TTYL
Originally published at In Other Words.