So off and on I have been considering what to be when I grow up. When I was a little girl, I only wanted to be a mother, much to the dismay of my parents, who thought I should at the very least be a neurosurgeon. I had NO inkling to be anything of the sort. I didn’t want to go away to school. I didn’t want to leave my family, I didn’t yet have. Crazy, huh?
Fast-forward 6-8 years after high school. My mother was gone. My father was paralyzed. I had three children and not much of a husband. But I finished my college degree for something to fall back on, and because it made my parents happy.
Well, as several more years, a much, much, MUCH worse husband, and eight more kids will attest – an English degree is not something to fall back on. *Going off-topic for a moment – neither is a philosophy degree, as my brilliant second son will tell you. He went back to school last year and is now a CNC machinist, with a full-time job, and a fiancee (as of the morning after his brother’s wedding, did I tell you that)?
So, I have received much advice on this blog, as to how I can/should make money. And believe me – I have researched and attempted every last bit of it. I need something real. I need something permanent. I need something that will support those I have at home. For a long time to come. Then I need to support me, when everyone is gone.
So, after much consideration and deliberation, I went down to a local college and inquired into a career-program without anything to back myself up. I applied. They accepted. I tried to register – they said I would need proof of prerequisites and such. I called my old school. The schools faxed each other and it worked out. So far so good. Then they found that one of the classes I needed required a math, and the only math I had was geometry, and according to them, that was ancient. No one takes or teaches geometry anymore. All of a sudden the advisor who was not available could see me – to warn me I was getting in over my head, and that “modern” algebra in the class I wanted might kill me.
“Lady,” I said, “I’ve been teaching algebra for 16 years!” So, she signed my form. And I registered. The were falling into place, and that doesn’t usually happen to me.
For 8 credit hours and 2 labs over the summer. For the pre-requisite of the pre-requisite for the degree I want. And when I finish, God-willing, I will be 50. 5.0.
But as a very dear old friend said to me long ago, after a stint in the marines, and as he was entering Medical School, and I thought he was crazy – “I’ll be 40 when I finish, but I have to be 40, anyway. Might as well be 40 and a doctor!”
Might as well be 50 and a nurse?
I was seriously hoping and considering starting the process. If my children could receive Social Security benefits we wouldn’t have to worry where their next roll of toilet paper or package of socks comes from.
Don’t get me wrong. I work. I work in the home, from the moment I wake up (early, thank you), to the moment I fall exhausted into bed and attempt to catch up on my reading. I cook, clean, do the laundry, errands, etc. And yes, my children all do part of that, too. And I clean outside of the home, do every and any odd-job that comes along, and tutor. Not to mention the 35 hours a week I have to account for to the state for looking for a job that will support us and pay the bills plus clothing and toilet paper and other necessities.
While he mostly gets away with NOT doing any of those things.
An old acquaintance sent me this a few days ago.
Scroll down to where it says “Four MV Charges.” I debated about posting it. But what do I have to lose? Maybe someone from The State will get off their butt and go get him. He’s living with his father, apparently. His father has a listing for Danbury. Pretty sad that he supports his 43-year-old son while letting his only grandchildren rot. Although, he doesn’t appear to be supporting him too well.
The $43,000 he owes me since 2012 would come in handy, but if he can’t even afford car insurance, I doubt I’ll see a penny…EVER! Perhaps they should have extadited him to Tolland where he could’ve sat and rotted until he purged.
A whopping $100 bail. Gotta love our justice system.
The reception was amazing! Three days later and I am still sore. I haven’t had so much fun in years! We danced until they literally threw ups out My cousin, Jim, was an amazing D.J. I have to say, my family knows how to party!!! Stay tuned for a video I’m trying to download…