I tried to post something about this earlier this week and it errored out. So let’s try this again.
I started school for my 2nd bachelor’s at BSU this week. It’s quite terrifying. I only have two classes, nonfiction writing and technical communication, and I’m very nervous. I’ve felt DEAD for so long that I rather feel like a zombie, plugging into some huge electrical contraption trying to reanimate myself. I don’t remember how to act or think or do. It makes me a little angry actually — I’ve had too many jobs that actually punished me for independent, critical thinking until I became deathly afraid to be that way anymore. Now I need to use that part of my brain again and it’s very difficult to reanimate. I’m so glad I have a good husband who worked hard to get his degree and support dysfunctional me while I relearn how to write so that maybe I can make some money later, doing what I want to do.