AFTER 43 YEARS … I have finally achieved being “educated.” Or, have I??????????????

what I mean by this is …. it is my understanding by “unsourced” definitions in today’s society, anyone who has achieved a bachelor’s degree from an institution of higher learning has officially joined the ranks of the educated. So, at the ripe young age of 67, I have finally gained enough university credits to graduate with a B.A.

That being said, and to be brutally honest, this “paper chase” has, in reality, become just a part of the life I have and am currently living. To that I will add: What a great experience it has been and continues to be.

I stand amazed at the truth held by that statement for me.

I have worked, as have many others, to achieve academia … I thought there would be more of a mental “fire-storm” experienced.  It seems possible the exhilaration expected has been dulled by the time spent chasing.

I believe though, I’m missing the bigger picture.

To live this long and achieve what I’ve done in my life …. I have been blessed.

best,

G.

 

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I stand amazed at times how much my life experiences hold interest to my much younger student peers. Since my first academic go-around in the early 70’s was no “cake-walk,” and life that followed was “difficult.” And, it took another fifteen years or so to really come into my own;  it’s complex to make people understand that just because they get a diploma – life can be a very ungainly path to walk.

Of course, I didn’t start a college setting till I was twenty-two; the military came before that, and I really continue to feel that gave me an edge … but, not much of one. I believe learning to stand on your own feet is as an important lesson as any I know of to help you get through what life is bound to throw at you. That’s the knowledge I try to pass on.

I’ve not known too many folks that have really “come-of-age” within themselves that the “school-of-hardknocks” hasn’t played a significant role in true identity. 

I try to relate my story to that of Homer’s “Odyssey;” the trek to get home is long and filled with quagmires.

I pray they listen!

As always,

Best,

G.  

University starts back for the spring semester (although, spring weather has been tough to come by lately….Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rabbit! 

I’ve managed to get a lot done over the break: poetry and some non-fiction published – Yippee, yard beautification project done, lotsa reading on world religions, a biography on Virgina Woolf, a new novella that I have the pleasure of discussing at the Sigma Tua Delta Symposium this spring in Savannah Ga.,and my most important…. learning to bake a better loaf of bread (that has been a feat in itself).

But, I must say …. Life is good!

I’m trying to stick to my one and only “new years resolution”… that being: be better to myself  and so far – it seems to be working. (I probably should have done this a long time ago; but, time just fliessssssssssssssssss by.

Now if I could just get the rivers to go below flood-stage…. I might could go fish’nnnnn.

Well, that be about all for now. Next week I’ll be back try’n to learn how to be “as smart as a fifth grader;” fat chance of that happen’n any time soon.

Be well and remember…………. NO TEXT”N & DRIV’N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Best,

G.

I suppose “Bah-Humbug” is in order. Or a piece of coal. Or a Mr. Grinch!

“I think not.” I believe I am exactly where I should be, and doing exactly what I should be doing.University is out for the holidays. I’ve only 12 more months until I am officially “educated,” and at 66 1/2 years of age………………..that ain’t a bad deal!!!!!!! This little academic quest I’m on will total 42 years in the making (1972-2014). I mean, how silly can you get. Little did I know, when I began this gauntlet in the 70’s, my life would go full circle and I would be back in the same building, in the same university (it was a college then), chasing the same piece of parchment. 

I believe that’s called perseverance

University is so much more fun when your older than your professors … there be some irony there. I love academia, I just don’t want to be an academic.

I want to go fishing.

Life is good ….I wish all great holidaes!

Be safe and NO text’n and driv’n!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

G.

What a great semesterr it’s turning out to be. I’m taking two English literature classes that are just amazing. My poetry class is wonderment, and, as usual, LATIN is kick’n my butt. As I say; at 66 I’m gett’n smarter by the minute.

What a great “side-passion” continuing education is. And, it doesn’t have to be structured “academia.” Join a reading group, quilting, fishing, river conservation, stamp collecting, etc., anything that will get your mind in motion and off the mundane of everyday.

Go out and see things, talk with people you don’t know about interests; leave the “telly” off for the weekend and rent a canue, go to the beach fish’n pier and see what fish’n folks are fish’n for. Take in a rodeo, or a bike race or even better take a “short” road trip.

Go down to the local museum, or gallery. As Froto said, you never know where your feet will lead once you step out the door.

Thanks and have a great dae!

G.