As Time Goes By

I usually mark the end of a year using the end of school. Which, if you knew how my scholing has been going, can get a little complicated.

possible measures of my first year of post-secondary schooling.

1. Sep 2008- April 2009: this consists of the first two semesters. Technically, this is measured as my first year.
2. Sep 2008- Dec 2009: this would include the third semester. It is possibly the correct measure because I often feel that it is just an extension of the first year. It also was like limbo because I already knew before the third term sttarted that that was going to be the last semester there.
3. Sep 2008- present (’til Dec 2010): this would more eccurately encompass my whole.. er… ‘journey’ of becoming a post-secondary student. It includes what you can call ‘The Dark Year’, but I actually call it ‘The Learning Year’, just to spare my ego (Sep 2008 to Dec 2009). It also includes the Semester in Limbo and lastly, my ACTUAL first year into my real bachelor’s degree program.

So, really, two years out of high school, two months away from eliminating ‘teen’ in my age (*see note below), I am still a first year who’s done a lot that meant a little. I’m feeling like I’ll be worse than a ‘perpetual student’; no, I’ll be: a perpetual first-year student! That’s even worse! Forever dazed and confused, forever theorizing and never living up to one’s potential…

…not to say that I’m pessimistic about my future. I’m still pretty sure I’ll be a nurse. We’ve spent enough money on this degree that there is basically no more turning back. Not only that, I do think there is progress. At least, now, there is a point. I have a path carved out by the program, guidelines and schedules I have to adhere to and that’s really all I ask for because I remember that was the one missing element since graduating from high school. A real plan (I now see that “I want to be a doctor” is NOT a plan).

Well, anyways, I’ll keep this short. Only time will tell if I’ve made something of myself. We’ll see in a few years.

*note: Why can’t we be like hobbits? They say age this way: 115 is eleventeen and five years old!