Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Wish Me Luck!
In the last couple of months I've written a bit about my oldest son and his struggle with his medications (and subsequent breakdown) this last semester at college.
I'm really happy and relieved to report that he's doing much better. He's been taking classes at a local college a couple of times a week this summer semester to make up for some of the credits he lost and is doing quite well.
He's decided that he doesn't want to go away next year. He wants to stay home (probably so he can have his own personal butt-inspector who will make him strawberry shortcake and hot wings), and commute to the local college from here.
There's only one problem.
Number One Son doesn't drive.
And when I say "local college", I don't mean it's actually here in town. We live in the mountains and the college is down in the city.
I've been driving him down two days a week because it's summer, and I don't have to work around Little Guy's school schedule.
There is no transit system (not even a Greyhound) between the mountains and the city. There is no formal car-pool network either.
We have him signed up for an intensive one-on-one driving course, but it doesn't start until the end of August, so it will be at least October before he can try for his license.
I'm going back to college!
Yep! I've applied, and am meeting with my faculty advisor this afternoon before registration.
I always wanted to go back to school to get a Paralegal Certificate, but marriage, babies, working and life just got in the way over the years.
I've been looking at Number One's books and assignments and telling myself, "I could do this. I could do this."
Suddenly I wondered..."why am I NOT doing this?"
Hubby is supportive. I thought Number One would feel squicky about it, but he's thrilled. It turns out that we have a few required classes in common, and I figured we could take them back to back (he could take one semester and I'd take the next so we wouldn't have to buy new books).
Nope. He actually wants to take them together.
After the first buzz of motherly elation, a thought occurred to me.
I bet he thinks he can copy my homework.
If so, he better think again. Hmph.
Wish me luck!