I’ve been offline for a few days. WordPress noticed even if you didn’t. One thing I hate about WordPress is that if I am away for more than one day, it seems to forget I exist. I spent a half hour this morning re-establishing myself on WP.
Whenever this happens, I ask myself, why oh why do I do this? The next thing I ask myself is why WP. When I first signed up to blog, I had several choices. I choose WP because my prof had it listed first in the syllabus.
Yes, a Business History prof started my blogging experience. Her parting words to us when we finished her class were..if you liked this experience you can go on blogging.
I liked that professor a lot. She had no final exam. Final exams are stupid in my book so I thought she was very progressive in her thinking. I believe that if you get to the point in your education you can conduct bona fide research, you should not be subjected to a final exam. I wrote my course paper on the history of the Kohler Company in Wisconsin which required much research. I was amazed at how much information existed in the Wisconsin archives. Someday, I will return to those archives and do some genealogy work.
I dropped a graduate course once because the prof told us we would have an in-class, hand written, final exam, He said he had been an editor before he became a prof and he hated plagiarism, i.e., cheating. I felt insulted by the mere thought that I would cheat. Besides the arthritis in my hand makes it almost impossible to write.
I told him I was in the graduate program so that I could take the courses that appealed to me. In other words, I was here to have some fun. I told him about my issues regarding health and trust. He said he would accommodate me. But I dropped the course anyway. I don’t like to have advantages others don’t have because they are younger. I’m funny like that.
I erased my first posts from the early blog, so you can’t find them here. I was so ignorant about the Internet, I had no idea the whole world could see what I was writing until some fellow (not in our class) wrote a comment. As I spent much time arguing with my class mates about this and that (mostly playing the Devil’s Advocate), you can imagine how tortured those first post were.
When I began writing a blog for my amusement, I worried about sounding too academic. Finally, I decided, this is me, the way I am… academic and I hope scholarly, though not off putting.
My daughter visited yesterday. She had driven to NOVA (what we locals call northern Virginia) to visit me, MIL #1 (age 99)who is in a nursing home, and MIL#2 (age unknown) who has Parkinson’s and is facing a hip replacement. Both women are widows.
“Do you realize some of those people in the nursing home are only 55?” she said.
As she will be 51 this year, she found that idea quite shocking. I think the notion that life zips by has hit her hard. Her husband is 57 and given the difficulties associated with his small business which include him climbing on roofs, he is not likely to continue indefinitely.
Two of my granddaughters were along for the visit. One is waiting to hear if she will be admitted to the graduate program of her choice, the other is facing the problems associated with not continuing her higher education, i.e. low paying jobs.
I shared the story of my work career, which involved many low-paying jobs, for many years, until I finished my early degrees in sociology at age 35. I then told them the story of how I was working in the china, crystal and silverware department at a local store, when I received a call from the US Congress to come for an interview. Of course there is more to the story, but this post is long enough. The point is this, education pays.