When I got pregnant with Elijah, I was 21 and in my second semester of school. At the time, I was going for Child Psychology, and was contemplating switching to paralegal with the ultimate goal of becoming a lawyer. Clearly, that never happened. Shortly after I had him, I got a job working for United Airlines, which I loved (for the most part). Elijah was about 5 was when I decided I needed to do SOMEthing with my life, so I went back to school. When I enrolled, it was for Paralegal. I then switched to Computer Networking, and after I realized how dumb I was when it came to computer language, switched AGAIN to Cyber Security and Computer Forensics.
At first I couldn’t have been happier. I loved going to classes, I loved knowing I was doing something positive, I even loved the homework for crying out loud. I was straight A’s all the time, and I knew I was going somewhere. I worked odd hours at the airport, and so classes were usually day, and straight from there, to work. I started getting resentful that I was getting this time taken away from my son. I KNEW I had to work so I could survive, but I started thinking I didn’t NEED to go to school. Once I started thinking this, I slowly started the downward spiral. Every now and again, I’d *gasp* skip a class. Then I started getting B’s. Then C’s. I started only doing the work required of me to pass the class with an OK grade. After a few semesters of this, I realized not only was I not learning anything long-term, but I hated going to school. Hated it. But I knew I couldn’t quit now, I was already in too deep. Which made me dislike it more- knowing I HAD to finish.
While I was finishing up my degree, the school started up a new program; Homeland Security Information Technology. It sounded interesting enough, and I only needed a few extra classes to double major. The core classes for that program were so interesting, and I started to really enjoy it again. When I was really close to graduating, I started looking for a job. And I realized an Associates wasn’t going to qualify me for much of anything. All I could think was I went to school for 6 years, had 2 Associates degrees, and still I wasn’t meeting the requirements for anything. Which meant I had to keep going. Onward to a Bachelors. Yippee.
By this time I was working at the school as a Student Worker, and had since been laid off from United. I was able to take classes for my Bachelors at the State College because of an agreement they had. Two semesters into my Bachelors (in Business Forensics because I know you were curious) God finally felt pity on me and one of my old Professor’s offered me a job at his company. I felt like a bad example quitting school, but I also didn’t want my negative feelings about school rubbing off on Elijah, because I was having a hard time hiding them anymore.
Even though my job (hopefully my last and final!) isn’t totally in the field I graduated in, had I not gone to school and taken the classes I did, I wouldn’t have this job period. If I hadn’t been a student worker for as long as I was, I wouldn’t have gotten it either. All the baby steps I was painstakingly taking and for the most part hating, all got me to where I am now. At a job I love. I don’t wake up and think ‘Ugh, I don’t want to go to work’. I love the people I work with, I love what I do, and I’m so happy to be as lucky as I am to have found an awesome job with an amazing boss. But I still don’t ever want to do another homework assignment or take another class. Ever.