What do you want to be ...

when you grow up?

Last spring, my dear concerned step-dad G (aka Gary) pulled me aside to chat. I have to say that after 20 years, the affect of him wanting to "chat" hasn't changed, I still get a little nervous and feel a little small as I wonder what sort of "chat" this will be about. Will it be about my grades (well, seeing I wasn't in school, I knew it wasn't that)? But it wasn't too far off, G decided that it was time to put a bee in my bonnet about what exactly I was planning to do once the kids were both in school and seeing that come September Tess will be starting kindergarten (all-day), I better start thinking.

I came away from our chat with a clear understanding that G thought it to be a great idea that I go back to school and follow what had been an idea way back when. To get my Master's, maybe even my PhD and get a job at a university (well, teaching at that level was never an idea of mine, rather, getting my Master's and becoming a counsellor was, but it's along the same lines).

For the next few months I looked into Master's programs and was thinking, "ya, I could do this, but it sounded really boring to me". Not exciting like it once was. During a conversation with Doug one night, well, let's be honest, I was talking, he was watching tv and I really didn't need feedback, just a sounding board, I said, "ya know? I'm really most happy in the delivery room. I think I need to do a nursing degree."

Now here I sit, after information sessions attended, advisors met with, English assessments written and applications submitted, waiting for an answer as to weather I've been accepted into the BSc Nursing at Douglas College. Application deadline is Feb. 01/11, so I have a long wait yet, but I'm feeling pretty confident that it will happen. I've registered for an English class for the winter session and hopefully I'll get into the Biology class I need as well, but for now I wait and hope that it all comes together.