Wednesday, June 4, 2008
werkin ma nerves
I've been in the process of registering at UL for what is actually five months but has felt more like a year. They've given me the typical run-around, but at this point in the game, it would appear that all I've to do is go to class. I'm nervous because I want to finish with my teacher certification program by spring of '09 and don't know if that's feasible. My ultimate goal is not expressly to emerge a certified educator, itching to get into the schools and enlighten youngish minds. It's more like: Holy crap, I've got to get the hell out of Lafayette!
I've been feeling the wanderlust agitating my heels and I'm thinking the best time to hit the road would be after being uprooted and before any new shoots start to sprout . . . which would be now.
I've been thinking a lot about this new agey grad school in Iowa (In fact, I've been toying with the idea of applying today while I have time off. I can always change my mind, right?) which has been calling me for a couple of months. In fact, as soon as I started enrolling at UL, I found out about the place, started researching and thought that it sounded a lot cooler than UL on its best day. But then, I've never been to either University, so there's no way to know for sure. But, being that I am a gambling woman, I'd be willing to bet that my assumption is not totally untrue.
I do have my qualms. First and foremost: IOWA? Who the hell gives halfa crap about Iowa? Never have I wondered what life might be like in the state of Iowa. Never has it struck my fancy or curiosity. And the prospect of a vacation has never found me desiring to go out (mid)west. It's often conjured images of sprawling fields of wheat; uninteresting, sheltered white folks; and bland food. But that's me being judgmental. I'm planning a visit sometime in the near future and who knows? Iowa just may knock my socks off.
My second qualm would be: this place just might be a cult. When I actually do get to visit and they ask me to change clothes/name/hairstyle, I'll know.
Meanwhile . . . summer school starts next Monday. I scheduled my classes for the fall today and I'm having my transcripts sent to the Financial Aid office so that I might at least be able to take out loans for the fall. God, what a prospect . . . more debt!
I guess the bottom line is: worry is absolutely futile. Everything has sort of worked itself out in my life up until this point. I don't know why I cannot let go, and trust that they'll continue to work themselves out (as long as I am being proactive, that is). Things may not always resolve themselves the way I'd like, or the way I'd imagined they would, but they always seem to turn out for the best.