No, no, no! I'm not talking about what school was like in the 1950s. I'm not quite that old. I'm talking about returning to school after you've hit your fiftieth birthday. Many people would wonder why I would want to do such a thing at my age. I'm not that far from retirement age, after all.
Except that I am. Fifteen years at least. Twenty if the proposed raise of retirement age goes through. That's still a lot of years, especially when I think about doing the same dead-end, soul-sucking jobs I've toiled at or the last thirty-four years.
I'm done with that. Never mind the fact that the Bachelor's degree has replaced the high school diploma in what it is necessary to obtain in order to get a decent job these days. I want to do something I want to do for a change. Something I not only won't mind doing day after day after day. I hate the fact that I wish half my life away when I say, "I wish it was Friday." I want the last twenty years of my working life to make me wish it wasn't Friday, instead.
So, at fifty-five, I've enrolled in the Media Communications online Bachelor's of Science program at Full Sail University. Not just a normal, run-of-the-mill program, but an accelerated one at a university that specializes in the entertainment industry. A school on the cutting edge of technology.
Talk about jumping in with both feet. Wish me luck!
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