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Mar. 11th, 2014 07:35 pmI've been working on getting back into school for a while now - too long, to be honest, as I dicked around instead of just fucking doing it. Started late last year, looking into my finances and options for just taking a single class, to see if this was really something I wanted, and, well, could still do. The class I got into wasn't really something I wanted (more on that in a second), but it answered my questions.
Why I didn't really want this class: It's not part of the curriculum for the program I wanted most, but it was for the one I picked as a fallback. Which should have warned me right off, as, once again, that was preparing to settle for less. Well, to hell with that.
But the class experience was good. Being in a classroom again felt fantastic, and with all due respect to my CERT and CFA experiences, this was for real. There is a grade involved. A transcript. All that stuff. And I'm doing pretty well in the class.
I applied to both programs. I chased down transcripts from 24 years ago, sent financial information up and down the pike, cleared up a last ... thing with my undergraduate loan history (and wound up with the Department of Education owing me money), and then, waited. Checked my progress at least once a day. Waited.
Yesterday morning, I signed in, and my status had changed. "Defer Decision" and "Pending Final Transcript" became "Admit" and "Good Standing." I made it. I'm in. My first choice program wants me, my first choice university is going to give me another shot, a quarter-century after I crashed and burned.
Last night, as I started coming down from the high (and, recovered from the shock), things started to come to me. Right now, the only thing keeping me in Lexington is my lease. It expires at the end of May, and if I break it at this point, I forfeit my deposit and am on the hook for a month's rent. Well, heck, the deposit is less than a month's rent, so I wouldn't really lose anything there. I've thought about this all day, and it keeps making sense. It'd get me out of the toxic day job, and let me get my feet under me in the new city before I have to become a student again.
I'm going to think on this some more. I'm on vacation (work and class both) next week. I'm going to look at some places to live, look for contract/temp work for the summer. If things line up, hell with it, I'll give my notice and just effing go.
Why I didn't really want this class: It's not part of the curriculum for the program I wanted most, but it was for the one I picked as a fallback. Which should have warned me right off, as, once again, that was preparing to settle for less. Well, to hell with that.
But the class experience was good. Being in a classroom again felt fantastic, and with all due respect to my CERT and CFA experiences, this was for real. There is a grade involved. A transcript. All that stuff. And I'm doing pretty well in the class.
I applied to both programs. I chased down transcripts from 24 years ago, sent financial information up and down the pike, cleared up a last ... thing with my undergraduate loan history (and wound up with the Department of Education owing me money), and then, waited. Checked my progress at least once a day. Waited.
Yesterday morning, I signed in, and my status had changed. "Defer Decision" and "Pending Final Transcript" became "Admit" and "Good Standing." I made it. I'm in. My first choice program wants me, my first choice university is going to give me another shot, a quarter-century after I crashed and burned.
Last night, as I started coming down from the high (and, recovered from the shock), things started to come to me. Right now, the only thing keeping me in Lexington is my lease. It expires at the end of May, and if I break it at this point, I forfeit my deposit and am on the hook for a month's rent. Well, heck, the deposit is less than a month's rent, so I wouldn't really lose anything there. I've thought about this all day, and it keeps making sense. It'd get me out of the toxic day job, and let me get my feet under me in the new city before I have to become a student again.
I'm going to think on this some more. I'm on vacation (work and class both) next week. I'm going to look at some places to live, look for contract/temp work for the summer. If things line up, hell with it, I'll give my notice and just effing go.
