School again! The adventure begins
I don't know about this back-to-school thing. Buy the books and a notebook or two, get the student ID card, find the right classroom, get ready to learn.
Holy J. Moley.
Have wanted to do “something different” for a while now. A light flashed on in the ol’ cerebral cortex and I mumbled something about maybe trying grad school.
“Do that!” my wise buddy said.
So I visited a prestigious university in the Twin Cities and got all excited, ‘cause there’s nothing like life on a college campus. So much going on, so much fun, so many new friends, and the atmosphere is electric.
Got the grand tour, and as I left said, “Hope to meet you again!” Thinking deep down: We probably won’t meet again.
A year-and-a-half later I applied on a whim and they accepted me. They like my writing style and think I’d be a good fit for the Hamline community.
I’m thinking they got the wrong guy. The folks in charge tend to throw out lots of big, complicated words I have to look up, like ‘Pedagogy’ (“the art, science or profession of teaching,” according to merriam-webster.com).
I don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout no Pedagogy. Am really not the intellectual type. Still get a kick out of cornball movies (Airplane!) and really bad puns.
“How do trees get online? They just log in.”
But no. They called me on my cell phone, sent email to my inbox and mail to my mailbox, saying congratulations, you’ve been accepted.
“It will be great!” the Programs Administrator said.
They’re up there right now. Waiting on me.
You’ve gone and done it now, Johnson. Yet another fine pickle you’ve gotten us into.
Mom and the Law forced me to start school more than 50 years ago. There were bumps along the way, but in 1991 I received my undergraduate diploma and immediately raced over to the Ben Franklin store to buy a frame.
Thought that was plenty good for school. No need to go farther.
So okay. Maybe just a little bit farther. And it’s good to remember that school is different when you’re a geezer. You’re more settled. You’ve been around the block. You know the drill.
No drinking games and frequent visits to the Porcelain God this time. No after-bar parties or terrorizing Downtown. Just soak up the new insights and enjoy your new friends. See where the adventure takes you.
I never thought Mom was especially intellectual, either. But she had us learning from Day One with a wide variety of books and music, and she left me with simple but perfect advice:
“Do your best.”
OK, Mom. Giving it a try.
Wish me luck. And save me some Pedagogy, if there’s any left over.
Off we go!