Wednesday, September 9, 2015


Hello world! Yes, it is I, lovable, furry, old Grover. No wait, I'm not Grover. Nor very lovable. However, old and furry may apply. I'm just saying.

The first day of school was yesterday and I realized next year there will be just one. One lonely child to send off to high school. It is weird. And quiet. And there are already times I don't know what to do with myself. Which is probably why I applied to grad school.

Yep, grad school. I've been accepted and started my first class. I'm guessing it will take me at least four years to finish. If I finish. I have no real goal in mind. I'm not looking for a new career. In fact, starting over sounds exhausting. But, I've been wanted to take classes since I started working here at RIT and now I finally feel like I can make the time to do it.

The other thing with getting a degree and being in a position to start over is I will be almost fifty. FIVE. ZERO. Do companies hire people who are fifty and new to a field? I feel like they probably don't. But, well, what do I have to lose? It will keep me busy and keep me in excuses for not cleaning my house. Clean? I can't. I have homework.

(And now you see my real motivation.)

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