Back to School

It has been six years since I graduated from BYU. I didn't know how strange I would feel about leaving that part of my life - 23 years of school and then suddenly nothing. I really had to work to redefine myself, especially since I always loved school and I loved being a student. It was a weird process, but I have still really missed school. The other week when I went to take Paige for Kindergarten registration I walked through the halls of the school and longed to be there again. I also saw the teachers chatting amongst themselves outside their classrooms and I imagined I was one of them.

I got my degree in Biology Education so I could teach high school someday. I hope that day happens because I think it will be so fun. I have a teaching certificate but since it has been 6 years and I haven't taught I need to do something to keep myself certified. So I decided to go back to school. If I take a certain number of college courses I can re-certify, and since Brian works at UVU so I get free tuition, and my kids are at a stage when I can leave them for a while, this is my chance to do something.

I signed up for Physical Science 1000. It will be a good class to get me thinking about science again. This class will be really good for me because, although I loved my science classes and I did somewhat well in them, I know that I never really really understood everything. My student success came from being a good memorizer and knowing how to spout out what the teacher wanted me to - not because I knew what was going on. I especially don't really understand physics and chemistry, and guess what...That is totally what this class will be about. So I really want to learn the right way and totally "get it". But that will take up a lot of my time.

I'm pretty nervous about using my time wisely and really getting done everything that I need to do. I'm excited to see if I can do it, but hope that I don't get too stressed out.

Sitting in class last night was really fun. I didn't feel like I was almost 30 years old (but I wonder if I looked it). I had my pencil and notebook sitting on my desk and I awaited anxiously for class to start. I was surprised by the familiar feelings of wanting to be the teacher's pet, but having someone else beat me to it. I felt unprepared because some people already had the notes printed and the text book picked up, while I was still waiting for a syllabus. People asked so many smart questions and I wondered how they thought of such things. I raised my hand to ask why Occum's Razor was spelled "occum" when it was named after "Ockham". That is the extent of my brain power.

So everybody wish me luck. I plan to take a class or two for the next couple semesters. I'm looking forward to it, but know it will be a big adjustment.