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A stranger in a stange land

Categories: The little freelancer who could

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I’m taking 2 classes this semester at a community college in order to expand my business to include web design. I love school. I love walking around on campus, especially during fall when the leaves start to change and the days are cooler. I love sitting in the classroom and interacting with other students. I love teachers, and white boards, and learning new stuff. I haven’t taken a class in about 8 years, so I should be really excited.

I should be.

I missed the first week of classes because I was out of town. I emailed my professors, and one of them told me it was no biggie, we’d be covering XYZ. The other one has me completely confused. He’s posting all assignments and other communication on the college intranet, okay, fine. But we’re having a quiz on Tuesday– as in tomorrow– and I can find neither hide nor hair of any actual assignments. What can he possibly be quizzing us on, personal hygiene?

The school intranet is totally NOT USER FRIENDLY, and I cannot figure out how I’m supposed to post my assignments, or if a “module” means “class” or half of the other jargon. Also I conveniently forgot that when you take a class it’s customary to BUY THE BOOKS. Um, yeah, so I have neither the books nor the software these classes require. Not to mention I’m sure to be twice as old and twice as fat at most of my classmates. Not that that it’s a major concern, but it’s just one more thing to make me feel alienated. I don’t know where to park, or where my classes are, and in general I just feel like a HUGE GOOBER.

I’m sooo tempted just to drop out and get my money back, and try again in the Spring. But my husband says I need to just suit up and show up, and I’ll figure out what’s going on soon enough. Ever have those dreams where you show up to school naked? Yeah I feel just like that. And you can be sure that tomorrow before I leave the house? I’m double checking to make sure I’ve got pants on.

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  • Gee - a little transition anxiety for mom, now, too! Your husband is a smart one. Keep putting one foot in front of the other, and each step will get easier than the next.

    Says me. I’ve been researching community college courses, too, so in another term, I may be coming back here to apologize for being such a know-it-all, as I cower under my bed…

    MaryP  |  September 14th, 2007 at 12:57 am