Life's a...

Journey.  Sometimes it's smooth and peaceful and sometimes it's downright explosive.  And not in a good way.  Teenage drama.  Need I say more?

I wish I had a do-over for my first attempt at college.  Mostly because I was stupid to quit when school was $4 a semester hour and went back when it was obnoxiously high.  Hence, my school mortgage.  If I hadn't been distracted by a boy, and my parent's divorce, and my grandmother's heart attack, and, and...  I should have stuck it out. 

I had grand plans to be a doctor.  I had it all planned.  Pre-med, four years of medical school, the internship, the residency... Then I took college chemistry and attempted physics.  OMG!  Algebra and I never did communicate.  I could handle geometry and even statistics.  Don't know how I passed trigonometry.  But basic algebra and I... not so good.  What amazes me is that I somehow got out of it when I went into college.  How the hell I scored the math score I did on my SATs is beyond me, because I sure fooled somebody.  The reason I passed genetics?  Because it is mostly statistics.  Give me a number to plug in and I can tell you just about anything.  Give me some abstract A, B, C, X, Y or whatever... Does not compute. 

When I went back to school in 1996 I had to finish my undergraduate degree.  I finished 3 years (had to take some over because... long story from idiocy before) in 2.  I tinkered with going to law school and probably should have, but... too late now.  Maybe if math had been a part of the LSAT I would have done better.  Or, maybe I should have been a serial test taker and scored better the next time. 

The really amazing thing about this is when I decided to attend graduate school, I had to take the GRE (grad school version of the SAT).  Same damn thing.  High math scores.  So, I know those tests can't mean anything or I would be able to help my kids do their math homework! 

Long story short is I wasted 10 years when I could have been productive in an area I might have liked. Because, make no mistake, I hated my job.  Loathed and despised it.  Years when I could have been advancing  in a chosen career and maybe wouldn't have the regrets I do about it.  But, live and learn they say.  Well, I lived... I learned. 

Finally - I'm sending prayers to my friend Todd who is awaiting CT Scan results for his follow-up checkup after cancer treatment.  God has blessed him with incredible strength and faith to get him through.  He won't stop now.