I have had the idea to write a blog on several occasions but it is hard to know just what to say. Since I took an English class from my son last year I have come to understand that writing is a great deal more complicated than putting my  thoughts on paper, or in a blog as the case may be.
I recently saw a news article on the internet about a mother and son graduating from college together. I thought my story is quite as interesting.
I am 53 years old till December. I have been married for 27 years to the  same guy. Together we had 6 children. We are now the proud grandparents of 4 darling grandkids. A year ago I went back to school. I started out with 6 online credits. The next semester I took 6 credits again only one class I took on campus because my son was the professor. Last semester I took 9 credits online but this semester I am taking 12, all on campus. The part of this story that is extra ordinary is that I live 90 miles from school and I car pool  with a couple who also commute, every day of the week. I am an art major with an English minor. People ask me all the time if I plan to teach. My answer is a resounding NO! I do not want to teach. I want to learn. I love art! I have even toyed with the idea of dropping all but art classes. I thought I wanted to write but I am no longer certain. There is only one thing I really want to do, that is draw. Next semester I plan to take a painting class and I will see how much I like that. I suspect I will love to paint as well.  In the mean time, I thought I might start keeping a blog about how my life is going and how it feels to be a 53 year old lady on a campus with all sorts of young vigorous youth. My first observation...they go fast! The next observation... they are so dang young! I don't remember being so young and foolish.
I also want to go on record, in case at some point I change my mind, as saying; I love school! I love, love, love school!  Education is wasted on kids who think it is something to be endured till it's over. Oh how wonderful it is to feel my brain soaking in new and refreshing thoughts like a dry sponge soaks up water.
There are no adequate words for my joy!
Okay, enough joy...I have a ton of homework!