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The first couple of days of school are so overwhelming.  This is when you review the syllabus, which is just a guideline of what is going to happen in the class.  It gives you a layout of when things are due.  Because you are seeing it all at once, you start to get overwhelmed.  You start thinking, “Oh my goodness, I can’t do this.  I should run out of here right now”.  “What have I gotten myself into?” Or some such thoughts. 

And that is exactly what I am going through at this moment. 

It isn’t the volume of work that is intimidating me, I’ll get it all done.  I am in a panic about the nature of the work.  The one that is bothering me the most is a Journalism class.  As I confessed on my very first blog in February – I’d like to be a writer, but I am really not.  My writing is so woefully imperfect.  If you have been reading along, then you know it too.  I am writing this blog to entertain – mostly myself. 

So yes, I am freaking out.  Add to it my feeling for  journalism, which isn’t always positive.  I don’t need a crystal ball to know how this is going to turn out.

Hey, at least we’ll have some laughs as I make what will undoubtedly be an embarrassing attempt to become a “journalist” a semester.


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Thank you

Thank you for finding the time to read these words on this webpage right now.  I sincerely appreciate the time that you take to read something I have written.  For my whole life, I have been writing on any scrap of paper I could get my hands on.  Most of it landed in the garbage or in a box in the attic.  Of all of the things I have ever written in my life, few have read them.  Now, as I write this blog and you are reading it, I find myself grateful for that attention to something that I love to do so much. 

Deciding to write this blog has been one of the most satisfying things I have done in a very long time.  There are days that I dread it because I don’t know what I am going to write.  That doesn’t happen often, because I am starting to live each day with the joy of my self-imposed obligation to this blog.  I really look forward to writing it each day. 

That is because I still really have no idea what I am doing with this blogging thing.  I am writing and maybe people are reading and maybe they are not.  It feels good just doing it.

There is one thing I crave though, and that is feedback.  I have been writing in this blog for several months.  I still get heart palpitations each time I hit the publish button on one of these blog posts.  I never know what comment, if any I will get.  If you have been reading along and have some feedback for me – please let it out.  Good, bad – whatever.   I just would like to know what resonates with you.


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Submitting an application doesn’t mean acceptance

We all deserve a big smack in the face once in a while to ground us in reality.  That smack came for me when a pleasant woman from The Saint Rose Graduate Admissions Office called me.  She was so polite but I got the feeling that she wanted to say something like, “Did you really think you could get into the Creative Writing program here?  Seriously?”

She didn’t say that.  She didn’t even tell me that I was denied.  She simply stated that I didn’t have enough credits in English to go directly into the Creative Writing Program.  She told me that I could take a few more undergrad classes to be considered.  Yuck. 

I am sure this denial had nothing to do with my WINNING (and not at all arrogant or delusional) essay that I wrote to the admissions office.  Nah.  Couldn’t be.

However, she was so kind.  She suggested if I was interested in writing, I should take a serious look at the communications program that was really writing intensive.  All I had to do was write a new essay to say why I would like to enter the Communications program to be considered for acceptance.

Bummer.  Now what?


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Going back to college at 37…

This is my first blog.  I am not afraid to admit that it all feels a little foreign to me.  It seems like a diary that other people can read, judge and comment upon.  In that sense, it is not at all different to the diary I kept as a girl where my mom and friends would read it at their whim when they came across it in the ever secret hiding spot.  You know, between the mattress and box spring. 

Then I wrote about cute boys, classroom bullies and the time when I wrote on the bathroom wall at my Aunt’s house with crayon so my baby cousin would get in trouble.  This malicious plot inevitably backfired as it was me who ended up in trouble after my diary was found and read like the National Inquirer.  At eight I didn’t know I was entitled to legal representation so I eventually caved and admitted to my misdeeds.  This whole self-induced trauma caused me to swear off diaries.

Until now apparently. Now in the new age where we call these diaries “blogs”.  Crazy.

While I would like to be a writer, I am not.  I am a lazy doodler who relies on spell check.  My grammar is sketchy and I have to use Google every time I want to use the word “effect”.  Or is it affect…

So get ready to judge. 

I am 37 years old and I just started my Graduate degree.  I have earned my bachelors degree at the geriatric age of 34.  That was  a wild ride.  Though, of all of my personal achievements, this was the one that was single-handedly the greatest.  It was at times, awkward, challenging, and financially strenuous but it was mostly exhilarating and exciting. 

And that ladies and gentleman is why I went back for more.  But, I forgot some things.  I forgot what it was like to feel like chaperone in a group of my classmates.  I forgot about the feelings of inadequacy.  I did not however forget the delicious taste of the sweet accomplishment earning my degree. That is what I have to remind myself of daily. 

This road, just like every other one in my life, has ups and downs.  That’s what I am here to write about.  I just started this journey and who knows where it will lead me.

Knowing myself as I do, I fully expect that I will say or retell an actual experience that will be just as stupid as writing on a bathroom wall hoping someone else will take the fall for it.  It is kind of scary putting my experiences out in the open.  I may regret some or all of it, but I have a feeling I won’t end up grounded at the end of it.  Considering that, it makes this process a bit less intimidating.


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