In case anyone’s not noticed, I’ve been pretty absent from the blogging scene of late. Together with my wife, we decided that the time was as ripe as it’s ever going to be for me to return to school and finish my degree. So, I set about getting advised early this spring to register and attend classes this summer. I only signed up for one class because I am still working full time, but it started about 2 weeks ago and it’s already kicking my rear end. I dove straight back in with math, the dreaded subject. I can almost hear a gavel fall as I write the words. It feels like a sentence handed down by a court, rather than the conscious decision of a man of free-will. But it was. And I am.
The idea was to tear the band aid off and just get the dreadful out of the way quickly. It’s a 10 week course, of which two have already passed and now tumble quickly down the dark well of memory, but it hasn’t been an easy two weeks. I honestly didn’t think it would be this hectic, but cramming a whole class into a really short semester should have been some kind of tip-off to me (I’m beginning to think that I’ll be this thick-headed for the rest of my life—I know Kelley is somewhere reading this now and nodding her head). But when it’s all said and done, I’ll have it behind me with (hopefully) only one more math class to go. And if I stick to my plan, I’ll go ahead and take that next so I can move forward with classes that I know I will enjoy.
I’ve a long row to hoe, but I’ve no doubt I can get there. I’ve got the support (thanks to Kelley, my son, parents, and friends) and the work ethic to get it done. With that said, I ask for your prayers and well wishes, and I’ll see you back here when I can find the time to make a quick post.
C'est la vie!