When I was younger, I hated the first day of school. I was shy, and did not adjust well to the change in environment. As I grew older, the first day of school didn’t get any easier, but I did start to enjoy certain aspects of school (the learning, not the sociability). By the time I was in college, I loved going to classes. I loved writing papers and studying various subjects. I wanted to stay in school forever.
Life got in the way, and some days I honestly regret not going straight into a Master’s program after getting my Bachelor’s. I know that it’s never too late, and so earning a graduate degree is always in the back of my mind.
I worked my way through retail, environmental record-keeping, and into office administration. I’d look into going back to college, but I failed at the follow-through. Especially when I realized how tough it is finding financial aid after you’ve already received an undergraduate degree (especially when you feel like you don’t have the time for researching and applying for all those scholarships that are supposedly available). But I never ended up at law school, or with an MBA, or a nursing degree. I took one creative writing class, but even that didn’t give me the motivation to get back to school.
Do you see where I’m going with this? Because I’m terrible at transitions.
Working in Extended Studies at the university might just be what I needed. I’m back in the school environment (even if not as a student), and those above me actually want me to continue my own education. They want me to take the professional development classes I’m interested in (ahem FREE OF CHARGE ahem), in the hopes that I can bring what I learn into my job – or improve my skills so I can move into another position. They want me to stick around for the next 30 years, and not necessarily in the same job I was hired for. We offer a Social Media Marketing Certificate, and I’m going to start with those classes.
Working in the university system can offer me incredible benefits. But the greatest benefit so far? Being in education. Coming back to school – where maybe I’ve always belonged.