
There's just so much going on with the new year. Lots of really amazing things are sure to happen in 2010. One of which, I am sharing with you today.
I have made the (frightening, but exhilarating) decision to go back to school. Since graduating from UofL back in 2000 (yikes!) with a B.A., I have been searching for the right career. Searching...searching...searching. (I'm always searching, by the way.) I was not one of those people who knew from the time I was a senior in high school what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing. I just didn't know. Truth be told, I was probably someone who could have benefited from some serious career counseling in the first year of college...to see what my strengths and interests really were.
I had been a Young Author's Award winner from first grade through fifth grade. I was a strong Language Arts student. I wrote stories that knocked the socks off my teachers all through middle and high school. My high school English teacher urged me to teach composition. People were paying me in college to proofread their essays. The choice was obvious - I would major in English. So, I did. And then...nothing. Sorry, but there aren't companies knocking down the doors of English majors. Sure, I was somewhat valued for having a Bachelor's degree, and I had a few opportunities to "teach" - but I didn't want to be a teacher then and I certainly don't want to be one now.
So, instead of immediately going to graduate school, I worked while William finished school. Then he began his career, and we had Liam shortly after. A ten year hiatus later, and I am more than ready to pursue a career for which I have pretty much always had a passion - sign language interpreting.
At the young age of 10 or 11, my cousin, Kristi, and I learned sign language by watching a soap opera where a lovely character was deaf. We watched it all summer long and learned as much as we could. We were quite good, to be honest. We were caught signing EVERYTHING and EVERYWHERE. We would go under water at the pool and tell each other all kinds of interesting stories, we would sign at Otter Creek outside of our teepee when we were supposed to be doing something else, I'm sure. It drove our moms crazy, at times. But, there has, and always will be, a real compassion for the deaf and hard of hearing. It seems like the answer has been right there all along and I just couldn't see past the" clutter" to find it.
Going back to school right now seems almost crazy since I am 32...I mean, I should have already been in a career for over 10 years by now. But, had I been teaching for the last 10 years, I wouldn't have the passion I have right now for what I'm about to do. More important, I couldn't have had the time I've had with Liam the last few years. He has needed me more than I needed a career. He is healthier right now than we've seen him in the last 3 years, and in 2 more years, he'll start school. There is no better time than now.
As a follow-up to an older blog in which I mentioned that I thought I had lost Heather. Well, I have found her. She is back.












































