Here is a confession: I never finished college. I meant to, but after my husband graduated and we moved to Arizona, it just became one of those goals that went on the back burner. I always said I’d go back when all the kids went to school, but hey, then I turned into a writer and there just didn’t seem to be the need or the time to go back.
But last year was frustrating in a lot of ways. A few bad days as an author and I found myself surfing the Internet for other career possibilities. Another bad day and I actually sent in an application to a university, then bam another bad day and I registered for an online course.
I didn’t take it–the no time thing hadn’t changed–and so a couple of weeks ago they sent me a reminder letter that the deadline was coming up.
Well, I’d already paid for it, and really I always did want to finish my degree, so I buckled down and got it done. It’s a one credit required course called Student Developement 100 and is basically about how to become a successful student.
On the website the class is listed as STDev 100, but somehow my mind skipped over those lower case e and v and I’ve been referrring to it as STD 100, which might not have been so bad except that I just had to go to the testing center to take the final.
And yes, I did go to the desk and tell the lady that I was there for my STD 100 test.
And no, I didn’t realize how that sounded until she gave me this shocked sort of look, like I was entirely in the wrong place and if it was my 100th test then maybe I just needed to choose a different lifestyle.
Then I quickly told her that I meant Student Developement 100.
See, this is why I’m never going to run out of embarrassing stories for my books.