Being an adult is a lot of responsibility and not as much fun as everyone under the age of 18 thinks it is. I have to make difficult decisions like what to eat, when to sleep, what to do with my free time and (by far the worst) what career path to follow. Being in the military made things so much easier. It was like being an adult but with training wheels on. There was always someone there to tell you "Re-enlist", "Eat at this dining hall", " Go live here", "Don't step on that grass", and "Between the hours of 1300 and 1600 we will have fun today and you will like it". Being a civilian means you make all your own decisions but it also means you take the blame for everything that results from those decisions. Initially this was a liberating experience for me and I did what came naturally for someone like myself who had been recently liberated: I ran as far away from military stuff as I could. This was fun for a while and then I started school again and made plans to change my career.
I have to say that I'd envisioned a career change as being a bit easier. Call me naive (because I totally was and am) but I thought that making that decision would make it so (like an order from Captain Picard). Little did I know that finding even an entry level position in a new career would be like trying to find an honest man at a political convention. School was no problem as I easily got accepted back into college and have made an A in every class so far. Trying to find part-time work in the Biology field with no previous experience, however is proving to be an impossible task. The employers either want someone with some experience in the field already or someone who has no experience that they can train from scratch. Someone with an existing degree and work experience in a different career need not apply. I'm sure this recession creature has something to do with it too but I'd rather not blame my problems on a concept.
I'm a firm believer in the mantra that "Everything happens for a reason" because not believing that would just mean that I was getting shit on by whatever deity is responsible for doling out jobs. So I decided to look back into the possibility of going overseas as a civilian contractor. Why make my re-entry into the field overseas and not state-side? There are two main reasons for this choice: it's easier to get an overseas position and I'm not prepared to move again yet. Once I know for sure if this is going to go down or not then I'll make long-term plans but at this point I'm just testing the waters. I wouldn't be the first person in this field to come crawling back after getting frustrated with the "real-world" but I honestly didn't think I'd be one of them. But, let's be honest, the civilian world is full of people that just don't seem to understand what it's like to have a career. Simply having a job doesn't cut it for me. I need a sense of purpose that working as an office assistant just doesn't give me. Yes, it's about my pride and about the money but it's also about security and feeling like I'm contributing to society in some way. If most Americans can do the job that I do then I don't want that job. Perhaps this stint in the civilian world has made me truly appreciate my career. It's been kind of like Rumspringa....I've allowed myself to lower my standards for a bit but now I realize the need to hold myself to a higher standard. Here's to hoping I haven't already been shunned.
Think on it
Stuff to think about or not - your choice. Freedom of thought is a wonderful thing.
Custom Search
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Appreciate the Opportunities You Get
From Flickr by Aveoree |
After attending a month's worth of college classes I find myself surprised at how many of my fellow students don't seem to care about their classes, aren't giving their best effort, complain about how boring/hard/stupid the class is, and how many can't even be bothered to show up to class. I know I'm being a little critical here. I was their age at one time and I know I didn't put forth as much effort in college then as I do now. Even so, it surprises and saddens me that so many students take college for granted.
Young college students obviously don't have the life experiences to put college into perspective for them. They don't realize that they'll look back on the college years with fondness and wish they could go back to that time and place in their lives. Most importantly, they don't realize that college is a privilege that many people never get the opportunity to experience. I think a big part of this problem is the reason many young people have for going to college. It's obvious from their attitudes and behavior that many of them are only going to college because it's what is expected of them, they don't know what else to do at this point in their lives or they are being encouraged/pressured to go by their family. All this adds up to people who are apathetic towards their coursework and are interested only in putting forth minimal effort.
Why does this bother me so much? Why do I care that they're not getting the most out of their college years? It bothers me because I know that there are many other young people in the world that would love a college education and would put it to good use. It bothers me because I know that educated citizens make informed decisions. It bothers me because scholarship money is being wasted on those who just want to "get by". It bothers me because this attitude becomes contagious and causes other students to slack off when they realize they can get away with it. I just want to grab them and tell them "You are so fortunate to be here! Don't waste this opportunity and regret it later! Do something important and beneficial to society with your life!" But, I know that my efforts would be wasted. Some things you just have to figure out for yourself. Luckily I got a second chance.
Labels:
college,
education,
opportunities,
student,
UWG
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Spring Semester 2012 Begins
The first week of Spring Semester 2012 is almost complete.What have I gotten myself into? Okay, it isn't that bad but it is a little more difficult than I anticipated. Things I failed to take into account:
I suppose what this all boils down to is trying to find that happy medium between a career field that's practical and one that I enjoy. If it's too scientifically or mathematically related it doesn't hold a lot of interest for me but if it's too liberal artsy then it is obviously not as practical. After all, the whole purpose behind going back to school is to get a degree that will lead to a career. Now to spend time working towards it instead of thinking about it.
- We received homework assignments in the first week of class (and I don't just mean, "read chapter 1")
- Juggling my time between school, homework, gym, meal preparation, cleaning, sleeping, spouse time, and pet time makes for a busy schedule
- It's been 16 years since I was exposed to these types of science courses
- I feel out of place in classes full of freshman students
- I want to change my major already
- I enjoy my Geosciences class a lot more than I do my Biology classes
- It will take me four semesters of sequential prerequisite lower level course work before I can branch out into the upper level courses that will count toward my major <---My primary concern
- I get a bad vibe from the Biology building and the classes
I suppose what this all boils down to is trying to find that happy medium between a career field that's practical and one that I enjoy. If it's too scientifically or mathematically related it doesn't hold a lot of interest for me but if it's too liberal artsy then it is obviously not as practical. After all, the whole purpose behind going back to school is to get a degree that will lead to a career. Now to spend time working towards it instead of thinking about it.
Labels:
biology,
college,
geosciences,
school,
UWG
Sunday, January 1, 2012
A Country Mouse Goes to New York City
When I first found out I was going to New York for Christmas
I expected to come back with stories of how alien NYC is and how horrible the
city is compared to the country. To my
surprise, I came home with an appreciation for NYC and a new perspective on big
cities in general. A lot of my
misconceptions were probably a result of watching too much television. From watching Law & Order I’ve come to
believe that people get murdered on the streets of NYC on a regular basis and
no one stops to look, much less help. Television
has also led me to believe that NYC is just one big jumble of people, pollution,
crime, and opportunists out to swindle you. Much to my surprise I wasn’t
murdered nor witnessed a murder while in New York.
One of the things that surprised me about New York is that
it isn’t all crowded city slums and upscale businesses. There are actually some pretty nice areas of
New York and Central Park isn’t lined with trash, hypodermic needles, and bums
as I had previously believed (not that these things aren’t present there but
they aren’t as prolific as I expected).
I was also surprised to find that there are suburbs in New York that don’t
look much different from your standard suburb elsewhere. This may sound like a given for most of you
but you have to understand that I was seriously disillusioned and couldn’t
conceive of quiet suburban streets in conjunction with the word New York.
Yes, NYC itself was crowded and there were lots of
people. However I was there during the
more-crowded-than-usual holiday season and I traveled to some of the more
popular tourist attractions within the city.
The public transportation in NYC is a big plus for me. Yes, it was also crowded at times but not as
bad as I had expected. The surprising
part is that it was so convenient and trains ran regularly to and from all
parts of the city. Wherever we were in
NYC we didn’t have to walk too far before finding a subway station. Atlanta has been the big city I’ve lived
closest to for most of my life so public transportation had some pretty
negative connotations for me. Atlanta’s public transportation is crap relative
to the size of the city and it only runs within the downtown area for the most
part. In order to use the public
transportation system you have to drive into the perimeter of the city first
which sort of defeats the purpose of public transportation. Atlanta is notorious for its sprawl however,
so it isn’t the best example of a big city.
Despite being pleased
with the convenience of NYC I was still a little bit hesitant about singing its
praises. After all, NYC is full of
people and therefore pollution right? As
it turns out it really isn’t that bad.
When I got back home I happened to read an article in the December 2011 edition
of National Geographic, The City Solution by Robert Kunzig, which presents an argument in favor of cities as being a
better solution to the problem of population increase. Cities can often produce less pollution
because they rely more heavily on foot traffic and public transportation than
their smaller town and country counterparts which rely on cars to get from
place to place. NYC produces much less
greenhouse gas emissions per person than the U.S. national average. So, public transportation is not only a more
convenient and efficient means of transporting people but it also reduces
pollution to a large degree…sounds like a win-win to me. Unfortunately, too many Americans see car use
and ownership as the key to their independence and would refuse to give that up
but, that’s another topic for discussion altogether.
I can’t say that I’d ever truly want to live in NYC or the
surrounding areas. It would still mean
dealing with large amounts of people and a higher crime rate. I can see the allure of the city now
though. I dislike driving, particularly
in traffic, so the public transportation would make commuting more convenient. So much is available to you within such a
small area that you’d never have to worry about finding the products and
services you want or need. NYC is alive
24 hours a day so you’d never have to worry about finding a place to eat or
somewhere to shop anytime of the day or night.
There’s always something to see and do in NYC. You may not be able to carve out as much
personal space for yourself in NYC but what’s wrong with sharing every now and
then?
Labels:
Atlanta sprawl,
New York City,
NYC,
population increase,
urban growth
Monday, December 19, 2011
Away From Home For the Holidays
Not a good, old-fashioned Georgia Christmas for me this
year, but a (probably) stressful New York Christmas instead. It is with some trepidation that I agreed to
go to New York, my husband’s home territory, for Christmas to visit his
parents. It may sound odd that someone
like myself who has been to several foreign countries and within the U.S. has
traveled as far away as California, should be nervous about going to New
York. I feel like Dr. McCoy who still
refers to himself as a “simple country doctor” even though he’s light years
away from Earth on a spaceship exchanging witty banter with an alien. It isn’t just New York that gives me cause
for worry. It’s where we’ll be staying
while we’re there…with the in-laws…whom I’ve never met. Yep, two and a half years into my marriage
and I’ve never met my husband’s parents or siblings. I feel like I’m some sort of embarrassing family
secret.
In reality it isn’t that my husband’s embarrassed because of
me. He just has no sense of proper
social convention and customs and has neatly compartmentalized his married life
as separate from his “other” family life.
In his mind, these bubbles don’t overlap. If it weren't for me he'd probably wait to introduce me to his parents at our child's high school graduation (and we don't currently have children). It hasn’t helped that I was in the Army for the
entirety of our engagement and the first year of our marriage and not always
available to travel whenever he went to visit his parents. Still, it makes for an awkward time of things
now. Not only am I meeting them but I’m staying in their house for several
days. I wouldn’t even want to spend
Christmas sleeping over at my own parent’s house, much less someone else’s. I’m weird like that.
There’s a reason the in-law situation has a bad rap in most
families….it’s true. In-laws see their
child’s spouse as not being good enough and are often more critical of them
than they are their own children. In
return, the spouse resents interference from the in-laws because “They’re not
my parents” and any advice is considered (either correctly or incorrectly)
meddling. This makes for a tense
situation. This is precisely the type of
situation I hope to avoid. So, all I
have to do is make a good first impression, smooth over any hard feeling his
parents have about never having met me before, get in good with his siblings,
carry on conversations with everyone over the course of several days, chip in
around the house by helping to cook the Christmas meal, take care of my two
pets that are coming with us, keep myself busy and occupied during the
inevitably long periods of time my husband will be sleeping, and enjoy my
Christmas. Sounds easy….I got this.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Fearless Abandon
Expert rider but no expert on child safety |
I never charged into battle or exhibited amazing acts of bravery or even earned a medal that would be considered distinguished for someone of my rank. Sure, I deployed overseas twice (to an actual war zone and not someplace like Kuwait) but I spent most of my time inside the wire, on base. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that, despite being in the Army for six years, I didn't exactly participate in the most intense aspects of war and military service. In the face of all that I still managed to complete my years of service a braver person than when I first enlisted.
I will be the first to admit that "brave" is not a word one would use to describe me, nor are "sociable" "friendly" or "fearless leader". You have to look at where I've come from first of all. For those of you who know me now you may find it hard to believe that I was once more reticent than I am now. I had the annoying habit of letting people run all over me and of avoiding any difficulties that presented themselves instead of dealing with the issue. Unless I was in completely familiar surroundings I was in a constant state of fear; fear that something would happen and I wouldn't know how to handle it or what to say. Well, the Army cured me of all that.
I can't tell you when I changed but it most likely happened gradually. All I know is that I somehow became a person that, instead of being told what to do by everyone, avoided listening to anyone simply because they decided to tell me what to do (and in this regard became a lot more noticeable as a member of my own family). Aside from this stubbornness I also developed a sort of fearless abandon. Okay, maybe that's too strong a word but I do feel as if I'm a little bit braver and eager to prove myself. I'm considering jobs now that I would never have considered before because I would have felt that it was too difficult for me.
I guess the biggest source of this new found bravery is the increased knowledge of my capabilities and my faults. I have a much better picture now of who I am and what my skills and abilities are. I also realize that my personality and personal preferences aren't likely to change much over time and that I need to follow a path that compliments my personality instead of one that struggles against it. No matter how much I might want to be a people person, I never will be. While it's true that working on my social skills will improve that skill, it will never increase it to the point that it comes natural to me.
Now the older, wiser version of myself is able to charge ahead with a much better idea of who I am and who I want to become. I hope to approach things with a balance of ambition and realism from now on as the younger me probably wouldn't even know how to distinguish between the two. Many adults still don't. Then again, I still have a lot to learn. I'm eager to see what lessons I'll learn as I get older. I just have to remember to keep my mind open to the knowledge.
Labels:
Army lessons,
life lesson,
older and wiser. bravery
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Returning to College at 32
Here I am, registered at UWG as a full-time college student for the
first time in ten years. I’m back in
familiar surroundings…sort of. This
University has changed so much since I was last here. The library has been remodeled and now
includes a lot more computers, electronic book check-out, and best of all –they
allow food and drink in here now.
Several offices have moved to different buildings and several new
buildings have been built around campus.
At least most of the buildings are where I remember them so I'm not awkwardly wandering around campus (well, at least being lost isn't my reason for being awkward).
I feel a weird sense of both accomplishment and failure in
being back at school. In a way I feel
that I have failed in my first career and that’s why I’m starting over. Someone my age should be well ensconced in
their career and not still trying to find out what they want to be when they
grow up. At the same time however, I
realize that there are many people my age and much older who choose to change
careers and this economy has forced many people to reinvent themselves. I also recognize that I’m not truly starting
from scratch. I have ten years of
experience I didn’t have the last time I was here and I do have most of my core
classes taken care of as a result of getting my first degree.
One thing that I am surprised at is how many “useless”
classes I’ll have to take. I’m majoring
in Biology now but I didn’t take a single Biology or Chemistry class my first
go round. That creates an obvious
problem – or at least it should have been obvious to me if I had really thought
about it. I have to take the
introductory classes first before I can truly branch out into the major. This means that I can only take one or two
meaningful classes at a time (meaningful being that they count toward my major)
with the rest of my classes being filler classes or classes that would work
toward a minor. I have already fulfilled
my core requirements and have plenty of upper level electives due to my first
undergraduate degree. Then why don’t I
just go part-time? Because I’m using the
GI Bill which gives a housing stipend each month if I attend college
full-time. If I only go part-time I only
get half of the stipend. Why wouldn’t I
take a couple more classes for fun if it means extra money each month?
I suppose I am really over-analyzing this. I should be thrilled at the opportunity to go
back to school and to have, not only my tuition paid, but a stipend as well. After all, I’ve been wanting to go back to
school since I got out of the Army nearly two years ago. I know I will enjoy school and I picked a
major based on logic, ability, and job viability in the current economy. I suppose this first semester of useless
classes will be a good way for me to determine if this major is really for me
and if I can handle a full course load after so much time away from
college. Oh, to be young and idealistic
again and to labor under the impression that every class I take is a benefit
somehow and that a degree = a job. Time
to put on my rose-tinted glasses.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)