Your Past Just Might Come Calling Your Future

My college transcripts are 20 years old. I attended a highly regarded PAC 10 school and received a bachelor’s degree in English. I should have gone on to higher education right then and there but decided instead to pursue my MRS. Degree instead. Oh hindsight. I wish someone had said to me when I was in college, “Work harder. Stop worrying about how much fun you need to be having, your future depends on it.” If I had been given this advice and actually listened, heeded it to be precise, I would not be in the predicament I find myself in today.

I spent high school studying and working towards getting into that prestigious college. Unfortunately, once I got there, I decided to coast through instead of continuing the work I had begun and following through with my dreams. I got married, had kids, and drifted into something resembling a career. Now here I am 19 years later, divorced, in a depressed economy and looking for what to do next. My plan was, still is, to get some kind of higher education – Law Degree, Masters Degree something. My problem – my college gpa. I simply had a little too much fun and then decided I needed a break that turned into a permanent hiatus. It has come back to haunt me with a vengeance! For such a smart girl I’ve managed to do dumb pretty well. So many of my future plans hinge upon getting an advanced degree and I am on that line of maybe yes, maybe no. Schools don’t always look at the individual as a person but more as a bunch of numbers that will succeed in their programs and further their reputation. I will have to hope that my professional experience and my intellectual (ahem) prowess will speak for themselves.