Hate is a strong word. I love and dislike going back to school for different reasons.
I enjoy learning. I want to learn for the rest of my life. I hope to remain a student even after I graduate school.
Here’s some baseball for you. People often describe ball players as students of the game.
Well, I want to be a student of the craft that is writing and blogging. Creating good content.
There will always be things I don’t know. Stuff I want to learn. And to be fair, school has taught me a ton. Not just facts and dates. But soft skills that are tough to quantify. Life lessons I needed to experience first-hand.
Without the classroom setting, I’m not sure I’d be able to hold a conversation with anyone not in my immediate family.
So I’m excited to learn. I miss being a typical, traditional student. But I don’t miss the stress and anxiety.
I used to dread the moments in the morning between getting ready and going to school.
I felt awful. My heart beat faster than if I had sprinted a marathon. (I’m aware you don’t sprint an entire marathon. I said this more for effect. But if I have to clarify than I guess I didn’t do that great of a job, did I?)
Being late still gives me nightmares. Talking to people, especially strangers is difficult even now. So you can imagine how much worse it was for younger me.
My imagination is wonderful when I’m writing. Not so much when I’m living.
I would play out various scenarios in my mind, some much worse than others. So I tended to believe bad things would happen. Like I’d be late and miss my exam. Or I would participate but say the wrong answer. Come to think of it, what’s the worst that can really happen, right?
At least this year I’m more excited than nervous. I can’t say the same for previous years.
I wish everyone going back to school the best. Send me your success stories. Of course, I’ll share many of my horror stories on this blog, so stick around. Stay for all the humiliation of Herminia to come.