Back To School
Watch out U of M. She’s baaaaaack.
That’s right. This fall I will be joining the other “returning students” (a.k.a. kids who totally blew it back in the day and are now trying to claw their way back to finish their degree.) at my alma mater, The University Of Minnesota.
“But, Lynda. I can’t believe you don’t have your Bachelors degree. You have a flourishing career in advertising.”
Yeah, that has nothing to do with being bright.
All you have to do to be a copywriter is watch a crapload of TV as a kid, be super insecure – making you very competitive, grow up in a “unique” family that inspires you to use humor as a coping skill, then have a baby at 18, which propels you into adulthood prematurely but eqips you with an indefatigable drive to provide. Easy peasy.
So why finish? And why now?
It’s always nagged at me that I didn’t finish. (Remember the insecurity piece?) Plus, I’m a senior (college, not citizen) for Christ’s sake and every time I fill out some credit card form or loan application or something at the DMV and it asks about “degrees earned” giving you the choice of either “high school diploma” or “bachelors degree” and nothing in between, instead of drawing the middle finger over that section like I usually do, I can circle “bachelors degree”. (No, I can’t just circle it. I didn’t actually earn it yet and I’m not going to lie. I may manipulate people into buying stuff they don’t need for a living but I’m not a liar. Jeez.)
Okay, so there’s a bigger reason I want to go back to school. I not only want to finish my degree but I want to earn a Masters.
I KNOW! I’ll be 60 by the time I finish. But I don’t care.
Ultimately, I want to write books about nutrition. (In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of geek out on that stuff. ) But unlike advertising, some careers require accreditation.
So one day, instead of shaming people into eating better as a layperson, I’ll be shaming them as a Functional Diagnostic Nutritionist. Booya!
And since I’m so friggin’ healthy, I’m gonna live to be 117, so I’d better damn well have something to do with my life…in addition to advertising, because I will always love advertising and do it forever.(That last part was for my clients.)
Anyway, my actual point in blogging about this is to tell you how hilarious it has been to get back into the mix, because colleges are designed for late teens and early twenty-somethings, not well-worn adult types.
When I was registering for an e-mail account at the U, the password secret-question-suggestions were as follows:
- First car
- Best friend
- High school mascot
Sure, I can remember all these things, (my former drinking habit only ruined my short-term memory), but they aren’t exactly relevant to my current life.
I recommended to my adviser that the secret-question-suggestions for returning students be tailored more appropriately to their lives, like so:
- First spouse
- Best friend with breast cancer
- High school reunion hookup
She reminded me I was on academic probation.
The next day I got a packet in the mail addressed to “The parents of Lynda Crotty” encouraging them to purchase season tickets for Gopher sports on my behalf because, according to the brochure, “students who support their team, take their degree more seriously.”
So THAT was my problem the last time?
I thought it was because I had a toddler to feed and I couldn’t keep up with school and five jobs as an aerobics instructor. (Yep. Aerobics. Shut up.)
So I called my damn parents and I said, “Listen, you buy me those tickets or the next time you get hip surgery, I will not be changing your wound dressing. You’ve been warned.”
I haven’t seen the tickets yet.
If I blow it this time, I’ll just have one more reason to hate myself…and them.
But a little more self-loathing will only strengthen my career in advertising.
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