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Nov. 10th, 2005 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urocyonI spent part of the morning turning out transcript requests. Eep. Yes, I have decided to try easing back into school, and it appears that Open University is likely to give me some transfer credit. (I do hope that Virginia Tech is no longer convinced that I owe them money I never owed in the first place; having them actually release the transcript would be nice.) It struck me that I've been almost unbelievably silly, avoiding finishing my degree, out of what boils down to fear of failure. There is no good reason things should repeat themselves so that I should either (a) crash and burn in a characteristically bipolar manner, or (b) dig myself into a hole which only gets deeper the more work I put in, though lack of ever having learnt suitable study habits for my temperament. This sort of thing can be avoided--other than by simply avoiding the situation--and I really dislike the idea of arranging my life around such cowardice. How I managed to convince myself that I was doing something else, I am still not entirely sure...ah well. *wry smile*
Now comes the difficult part: choosing a course of study. I pretty well fell into German by default before, but am not entirely certain that I want to continue. Given OU's narrower degree requirements, it looks as if I should be able to get a reasonable amount of transfer credit toward other areas of the humanities and sciences, so not very much would be lost by changing to something else. Especially since I started straight into third-year German courses, and was going to go back and plump things out with some second-year credits, anyway. Ah, the good old liberal arts education may have some benefits after all. :)
Somehow, it is not as reassuring as intended that my mother still hasn't decided, at 57, what she wants to do when she grows up--rather, the opposite. This may well be another example of trying to impose other people's standards on myself, but being able to narrow down the interests and decide to do one thing for a while can be useful when one is plopped down in a society which expects it. Bah. Entrepreneurship is looking better all the time (with the sense to let someone else actually run a business once it's established--good point, Thom Hartmann).
Poor old Mirrors did wind up getting a haircut. I was cruel enough to go for some before and after (1,2) pictures. The photos don't really show where his fur was clipped under his chin and around his neck, which is probably just as well. He acted much better about it than I expected; it didn't seem to feel as bad to him as being combed for fleas.
Now comes the difficult part: choosing a course of study. I pretty well fell into German by default before, but am not entirely certain that I want to continue. Given OU's narrower degree requirements, it looks as if I should be able to get a reasonable amount of transfer credit toward other areas of the humanities and sciences, so not very much would be lost by changing to something else. Especially since I started straight into third-year German courses, and was going to go back and plump things out with some second-year credits, anyway. Ah, the good old liberal arts education may have some benefits after all. :)
Somehow, it is not as reassuring as intended that my mother still hasn't decided, at 57, what she wants to do when she grows up--rather, the opposite. This may well be another example of trying to impose other people's standards on myself, but being able to narrow down the interests and decide to do one thing for a while can be useful when one is plopped down in a society which expects it. Bah. Entrepreneurship is looking better all the time (with the sense to let someone else actually run a business once it's established--good point, Thom Hartmann).
Poor old Mirrors did wind up getting a haircut. I was cruel enough to go for some before and after (1,2) pictures. The photos don't really show where his fur was clipped under his chin and around his neck, which is probably just as well. He acted much better about it than I expected; it didn't seem to feel as bad to him as being combed for fleas.
