Again.
Third time's a charm?
Except this time I'm not
1. there to find a husband.
2. freshly remarried for a second time and trying to blend a family (because let's be honest, that first year of figuring out your groove is hard. Plus six kids).
I had to go visit with the University Student College adviser and he says, "Looks like you're doing great at SLCC. But then I look at how you've done at the U...?"
And he looks at me like, what the heck lady?
And I sheepishly grin and say, "See, those two tries... really it was a coincidence with life. The first time I got married... and the second time I got divorced."
And he comes back with, "So you're good now?"
"Yes, I'm good now."
The Man interjects as I told him that story, "Unless your husband makes you move to St. George."
Well, yes, there's always that.
But not right now.
So this time I'm super excited. I walk onto that U of U campus and my heart becomes full of elation.
Which leads me to conclude that perhaps my road should lead me to being a college teacher and then I can spend all my days on campus talking about the one subject I love more than any other.
English.
Yesterday I had an appointment to meet with my department adviser.
That would be the English department. I'm a part of that now.
*Squeal!*
So I meet with her, hoping for some guidance on classes and what I need to graduate and, you know, what do I do to get that degree and get a career in English?
1. She was not nearly as excited that I was studying English at the U as I was.
2. I ask about editing classes and she looks at me like I'm one of those dreamers who needs a reality check but can she really tell me that? No. So she mentions that there are no big publishing houses in Utah so unless I want to move to New York or Boston or Chicago, I should look at newspapers or some type of marketing.
But she doesn't know what I know. That I'm going to make it into editing.
I just tell her, "I'm not ruling anything out."
3. I sign up for the English department newsletter and she tells me it will tell me about things like when there will be symposiums like how to land a government job.
And I blurt out, but I already have one of those.
And she just looks at me for a second.
And then says, well there will be other kinds as well.
I retell this to The Man and he's laughing. He feels bad for her, the poor lady who has to deal with people like me who are so excited and perky and planning for a future, and she just has to sit there and deal with us.
She was really nice and helpful though. I have a game plan, I know what's required of me to get my degree now, and I should probably find a minor which I feel was good advice for filling in the required hours.
Then I went home and, after trying out the Waffle Love truck for the first time (it was set up at my friend's salon right down the road from us),
I put on my pajamas and pulled out my first manuscript.
I don't care if that lady thinks I need a reality check. The fact is, getting paid to proof read manuscripts (in my pajamas no less) has just become my reality.
Somebody pinch me.
Or better yet, don't. I want to see how this plays out.
