I thought I knew what I was doing

     I hate insomnia; I really do. Sometimes it seems to pop up on the most inopportune nights. For example, when you actually have to work in the morning. So I figure I’ll tell the blogosphere a little about me. I’m Geena, 24, bibliomaniac, and obviously insomniac. I’m also a part of that “lost generation” that supposedly got entirely waylaid by the Great Recession. Well I’ll take that any day over the Great Depression.

     Even though I graduated from high school in 2006, I didn’t graduate from a so-called four year college until last December (2012). So that means it took me 6 years if you don’t count the semester I took off for medical problems. 6 years was actually quite a bit less than many of my college peers. 2 years of community college for my associates, dropping a double major, adding a certificate, all these made school longer. I thought I was doing the normal thing though. Many people I knew started with different majors than they graduated in. I was a liberal studies major. That was the major required for elementary school teaching preparation at my college. Basically it was a shallow study of all subjects and a study of education itself. That was my plan, elementary school teacher. Somewhere in my penultimate or final year, I knew that it wasn’t for me. It was the paperwork and the politics I tell people. They’re what drove me out. I still love teaching, and if I could get a job teaching remedial English at a community college right now I’d be ecstatic. Still, I was so close to finishing, I wasn’t going to change my major again. Also, if I took anymore classes, I wouldn’t be eligible for federal loans. I had reached my unit limit just in time.

     Even after graduation I rethought the teaching thing. Still, I wasn’t sure what else to do, I hadn’t found a job yet, and the parents were willing to help me financially through the teaching credential. It was a mistake. I hated the credential program. Not the kids and the actual teaching time, but the rest of it. Plus, I was having health issues again. It’s hard to pass your classes when you’re throwing up in the trash can just outside the door or getting sent home because your blood sugar is so high you should be in the hospital. I lasted the first week or so at full time. I lasted another month and a half before I took a medical withdraw from all classes.  

     That’s enough of the story for now. I don’t want to bore you all with too much reading. Anyone else care to comment on similar experience? Changing majors, adding or dropping majors/minors/certificates, unit limits (160 is it?), etc.