Three and a half years ago, my wonderful husband encouraged me to sign up for a college degree. Prior to meeting him, I had on several occasions flirted with the idea of going back to school, but the thought was always daunting. The longer I waited though, the wider the gap got. I finally signed up for a placement test at my nearest Community College. I remember asking he come with me in case I changed my mind. I also remember regretting this when he made me go back to the front desk to ask for a math test that I had conveniently skipped for fear of failing. My score was very low and I was placed in a beginner’s class for both Math and English. The first couple of weeks were challenging because I felt like a fraud, out of place and always conscious of my age. The funny thing is that no one seemed to pay attention, or if they did, they did not show it. Everyone was just getting on with it, or like me, figuring things out. It was great! I had an amazingly supportive family, and my Professors were simply awesome. Everyone was helpful whenever I sought help and sure enough, I started enjoying my time at college. Fast forward to June 2021, I am officially finished with college and will soon be joining University.
I have come to view age as a natural process that Must occur. Rather than a hindrance, age is a necessity for continuity. In the meantime, I will carry on dreaming and I will work to achieve those dreams. My friend likes to remind me that we never stop learning as long as we live. The day we stop is the day we die, or is it the other way around?