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When one of my daughters graduated from high school, I decided that there was very little horsepower behind my advice about finishing college before going on to work or a relationship. So I nervously decided to take my own advice and register for a summer class in history. That first class covered the history of America through 1877 -- an era I have always enjoyed studying.
Even though I had gone into the military after high school, I had always championed the benefits of an advanced education to my children, co-workers and family. My friends and family had listened to me discuss going back to school numerous times over the years, always talking about that next semester or that next year when I was going to start school. Some way or another I always found an excuse for not registering, usually using the excuse of work or family obligations.
The project that has occupied most of my time over the last year had required me to spend many hours studying or analyzing data in order to certify in Six Sigma, a quality improvement process through the use of statistical analysis. As I prepared for my final presentation I started to think that there was no time in my life where I would be more prepared to enter college. During the project I had developed the study and time management habits that would allow me to successfully work and go to school. I was growing tired of being a hypocrite and felt the pressure to act before my daughter beat me to a degree. I discussed going back to school with work and my family, we all agreed the time was here.
As I walked towards the academic counselor's office for the first time I was not sure what I expected from my college experience. I had not been on a campus for a good 25 years except to visit the one my daughter was going to attend. As I walked around the campus registering, collecting books and familiarizing myself with the campus I felt a strange feeling of pride and giddiness within myself. As I look back now I imagine I was as nervous as any college freshman who was starting their first semester, though many years older. At every opportunity I had I would sit down and soak in the atmosphere, watch my fellow students, and the feel the excitement. I felt like it was a new beginning, the start of something positive and exciting. I often wondered if others around me felt the same. I had finally followed through with something that I had talked about for years. I was proud of myself.
History 1301, American history through 1877, was an excellent choice for my first class. The class covered a period of time I am interested in and that I regularly read about in my own time. As a result, the homework was never agonizing but instead enjoyable. During those few times the course covered topics I had a hard time getting into I found that I could always fall back on my favored learning tool- the simple 3*5 index card. It appears my first college experience involved many hours of memorization, something the 3*5 index card handles with aplomb. Though I occasionally found myself pressed for time to prepare for an exam, in the end I walked away from the class with a positive attitude. I have a little more pride in myself and an "A" .
With my first college experience over, I can now practice what I preach. I look forward to my next semester; already I talk of continuing to my masters' degree. I find my only regrets are that I did not start sooner and that I can not attend school full time.
John Corp