Friday, August 30, 2013

Transitions.


I was planning on writing a short post about how I am going to back to grad school. But then it turned into this.

I started grad school about a decade ago and never finished. It has always bothered me. When I think of myself, I think of myself as someone with a graduate degree. Perhaps wearing a tweed jacket with elbow patches. Smoking a pipe. Wearing Birkenstocks. That sort of thing.




Haha. Just kidding about the Birks.

All kidding aside, I miss teaching. I taught high school English for many years before I went into the glamorous world of advertising. (Insert laughter here.) I miss having students. I miss feeling like I'm doing some good in the world, helping someone out, contributing to society, etc. That's not to say I haven't written some preeeeetty fine taglines, yes indeed.

But. You know.

There aren't a lot of older women in advertising. Everyone is young. Young and beautiful. Or old and quirky. And male. It makes me nervous. I'm not getting any younger. What will happen to me when I'm not young and beautiful and hip? (Insert laughter here.) Okay, maybe I've never been those things. But the reality is all around me.

Advertising is not a career for the old. And I would like a very long career, thank you.

I've always been attracted to the idea of being a college professor. Seems like such an unreasonable goal, though. Everyone says there aren't any jobs. But they say that about teaching high school and writing copy for an ad agency.

It seems everything I like or am good at is not an in-demand career.

A pox upon you, liberal arts degree!





I start my first class next week. I'm still working full-time at the ad agency. I still have two children. I'm still working with a writing coach on my manuscript. I still play mandolin, obsessively straighten my house and fold all the laundry for four people. And I'm still married. So yeah. I'm a little concerned about how that's all going to work out. But one thing I have noticed is that the busier you are, the more you get done. You've got momentum.




I may have to give up some of my recreational sports like mandolin, mani/pedis and obsessively working out. Or simply back off a little. I do have my eye on the 5:15 a.m. spinning classes though. I could fit those in.

Old people don't do this much, right?

I'm not old, really.

Not yet.

If only the university hadn't just sent me an email inviting me to the "Transitions Program" for older students.





Yeah.

I wasn't feeling insecure about going back to school until I received that email. Particularly for graduate school. I mean, I thought lots of people went back to school for advanced degrees later on.

C'mon!

When I hear the word "Transitions" I think of bifocals and absorbent undergarments. I think of senior living centers with support staff. I think: Menopause.

Maybe I need to have another baby?

Just kidding.

I wrote that line to scare my husband.

Anyway, this old lady is going back to school. Wish me luck. And let me know if you want to write any papers for me.

27 comments:

  1. You are leaving a world of young beautiful people entering a world of young beautiful people. Transition by damned. I would offer to write some of your papers if I weren't so busy ghost writing my kids papers. (helicopter sound)

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    1. "Be" not "by"... see I can't even be trusted with a comment, let along "Five Things that Made My Summer Super" which is what I'm currently ghost writing.

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    2. Sigh... Alone not along... really I did that one on purpose. I'm going with that.

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    3. Seems like I can't escape being surrounded by youth. Maybe it will keep me young?

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    4. I think you should just go to the meeting and heckle all the old folks.

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    5. When you ghost write, do you get extra hungry and then have to feed the ghosts? I gotta go get a Snickers.

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  2. You're going to kick grad school's ass! And please, you look 25. So, not only will you blend right in, all the baby adults who haven't seen the real world yet will worship you like the goddess you are.

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    1. Well thankfully the first class is online. Ha. Ha. This introvert is delighted I won't have to make any actual face-to-face contact.

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  3. Good for YOU! I like the line about busy people getting more done because of momentum. I think you're on to something there.

    If a simple email about transitions classes makes you feel old? Wait until you start recieving junk mail for hearing aids, the scooter store, Medicare and AARP, long before you ever qualify for Any of it. A pox on THEM I say!

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  4. wearing a tweed jacket with elbow patches. Smoking a pipe. Wearing Birkenstocks.

    What! Did you bug my apartment personally or do you also work for the NSA?

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  5. In college, I wrote a paper on "The Third Man" that the professor, like, made me read in class. So if you take, like, you know, any film classes, I could like write those papers for you?

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    1. Thanks. I'll keep an eye out for that. ;-)

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  6. Okay, the "Bingo night just got real" poster made me laugh out loud. Good luck with your new challenge--that takes guts.

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    1. Thanks. I don't know if I have guts or if I'm just nuts.

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  7. I'm ridiculously impressed with you. Also, I've already received my AARP invitation in the mail sooo feeling pretty good about that.

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  8. You'll find people of all ages in grad school these days. And profs of all types. But had you asked (which you didn't) I'd say your big transition will be carving out time. Start with not folding the laundry. Years ago I was horrified by that suggestion, but I learned that if someone (didn't have to be ME) dumped a pile of my laundry on my dresser I could put it away, folded or not. Everyone in the household could do the same. Okay, your little girl might need some help. Once you stop folding undies, all sorts of other time-saving possibilities present themselves. Just a thought.

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    1. You know, I really should start teaching the nine year old to fold his own clothes. Good point.

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  9. Grad school is awesome. If you like being in school and you can afford the classes, it's always fun! Good for you! I think of school as a springboard for some really good writing, too.

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    1. I love school but I don't love it so much when I'm working full time. But I'm sure I'll figure a way to manage it.

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  10. Good for you Mandy!! You'll be fine, and I guarantee you won't even be close to being the oldest one there.

    Amen to getting more done when you're busier. I started working a 40-hour a week job and yes, I can do that and be a single parent to four teens. And still clean a bathroom now and then. The only thing that's suffered so far is my blog reading. Playing catch up today.

    And LOL@ your first commenter. I like her.

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    1. That's a relief. I didn't really think I was all that old until I got that invite to the old ladies club.

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  11. Grad degrees are for all ages! Undergrads, however, are for fully-funded seventeen-year-old children. I love getting all my financial aid and health coverage information inside packets labeled "For the Parents".

    Graduate school ftw. I'm so happy for you. I hear it's high stress with a high payoff. Also, I can totally see you rocking the tweed.






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