Other person: “I’m jealous of Tommy getting to go away to school. I’d like to go back to school and start over. Wouldn’t you?”
Me: “No. Been there, done that.”
Other person: “Well, I’m glad you’re happy just being a housewife.”
There are a lot of things that I would like to do. Going back to college isn’t one of them. I have a life that I don’t want walk away from. I learn from my children every day. I would much rather be doing things than memorizing what the professor wants me to believe. I have lived and done enough to know that some college professors are completed detached from the real world. I had three children when I went back to school for a second degree to try and start my life over again. Two different professors teaching ignorance about Autism was enough for me. College professors seem incapable of accepting that their political and social ideas are not the only ideas out there. I did get a lot out of my college experiences. I just don’t want to do it again.
As for being just a housewife, well some statements are too stupid to even acknowledge.
Update: I do not mean to insult college or professors. The first time I went to school, I was a child. I didn’t take school as seriously as I should have, but it did what it should. It lit fires in my mind and inspired me to be active and passionate about the world in which I live. I went back as an adult who had experienced life’s ups and downs. I learned that the feminist professor who inspired me to believe in legalized prostitution because it is a victim-less crime and a woman’s right was really a moron. While I still believe in the concept of legalized prostitution, it is neither victim-less nor sexually empowering. That professor needs to meet the young prostitute who is so psychologically damaged she can’t have a healthy relationship. My second experience in college, I had professors who were entrenched in the real world and I learned a lot from the way they themselves grew and adapted to try and help make the community better. I also had a lot of professors who would say things that I knew were wrong. More than that, I felt like my second experience in college I wanted to be out doing and not sitting in a classroom. I wanted a practicum education, not a lecture hall. I guess I am just too old for school.