I started college early. I was just sixteen at the time. I graduated high school early, skipping my senior year. In my junior year of high school, I was enrolled in high school and college concurrently.
Then, I had a fight with my father. I dropped out of college, and moved out of the house at seventeen. I was determined to make a go of it, and worked full time. I was fiercely independent, but I knew I had made the wrong decision about college. So, I took college courses in the evening. That was difficult to do, and after a while it took a toll on me.
Once I married at eighteen and had a child, I tried to go back and get my degree. I went to school three full days a week, with a great granny watching my son, Thom. I had an 8:00 am political science class, which I approached with great enthusiasm. Then… two things started happening during the 8:00 am class: I would fall asleep or throw up. You guessed it, blessed with a second baby.
I took that as a sign from God that I should finish up my degree “later.” Two more kids later, college was no longer featuring in my dreams, let alone my life. I wasn’t sad about it. I was busy, with my hands full, and my heart full as well. I would take a class now and then.
A few years ago, I was in a meeting at work. I had a chance for an advancement program, and was nominated in front of a bunch of coworkers. It was a great opportunity. But I had to say, in front of everybody, that I didn’t have the required college degree. I made the decision then to give college another try. Enrolling in an online university, I was an exuberant scholar. I got perfect marks in everything I did.
Then the day came. I got some points taken off on a paper that I had written. I was extremely mad about it. My husband explained that it was actually okay that it happened, and it was good for me. I let that sink in, and realized that he was right. I took a break from school at the end of the semester, though. We were moving to a new area after twenty years in our house. This demanded more time and energy than I could devote while studying.
So, it’s still left undone. I’m a grandmother now, and I work full time, and I can’t say with certainty that I’ll ever finish. Maybe when I retire. When my daughter, Catie, was in college, she told me she was going to take a semester off. I told her that she wasn’t. We both felt like I was being too pushy at the time, but we’re both glad now that she has her master’s degree. My father is in his eighties and still takes college courses, if they interest him.
Some college. Well, that could mean anything. It could mean two classes. It could mean almost there. Almost every job you apply for now states that a college degree is required, or at least preferred. Since employers have you apply online, gone is the chance to dazzle with a first impression. You can’t show them your sense of style. You don’t get to brag about all the things you can do. You can’t wow them with your work ethic. You never get to give them a firm handshake and a confident smile.
Most days I don’t think about it. Other days, I have to help the person that has a degree, and got the opportunity, to prepare their final presentation in the program. I don’t believe that you must have a college degree to be successful or happy in life. But I do believe that you limit your choices without one. So, if you’re in school, stay in school until you’re done. If you’ve got your degree, you have that accomplishment to be proud of, and I admire you for it!
I lead a happy life. I have a big family, with four children, two stepchildren, six grandkids, with one more on the way! They bring me so much joy! I have found meaningful work to do, and love making a difference everyday. My husband and I get along great and enjoy each other’s company. We have a lovely home, and great neighbors. I’ve still got both my parents. Most days “some college” is just not that bad.