Things I learned in seven years of college:
There is a huge difference between the two-year and four-year schools. Not just in classes, but in students and teachers. I really enjoyed being at UW Sheboygan, but not so much at UWM. I made friends at UWM, and I liked most of my classes, but it was more exhausting and emotionally draining.
There is never enough time to study.
I hate carrying backpacks.
I really do love libraries.
Test anxiety sucks.
Older younglings don't like cookies as much as the younger younglings, but when they think no one is watching they will wolf down a half-dozen cookies without blinking an eye.
I have favorite teachers that I'll miss seeing, and feel a bit sad that I can't be friends with them. Time, distance, circumstances all get in the way.
I don't mind writing papers. Guess being an English major was a good choice.
I still suck at Spanish and am thankful that I took it at UW Sheboygan (Thank you Kyle). I don't think I would have made it through at UWM.
I actually kinda like Shakespeare (Thank you Mark).
I really liked writing creative non-fiction (Thank you Carolyn).
I have found a new well of motivation I didn't realize I had. Not to mention finally... finally being able to put to rest dropping out of college. Not only will I graduate, but I will graduate with Commencement Honors and Honors in the Major. Take that 1986 self.
Seven years is a long time. I may be seven years older, and seven years grayer, but I'm so glad I stuck with it. In re-reading some of my blogs about not continuing on after UW Sheboygan, I'm so glad that I didn't give in to the exhaustion of the moment. I still have three large projects to finish yet, but then that's it. I'm done. And that, my friends, is all she wrote.