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and finding out that i was not healthy enough to have it all, like we were starting to think we could. i always did well in school, and my dad tried to talk all the "bookish" kids into being doctors. he had been well on his way to becoming one, like his neighbor, when he had to quit because of the depression. so, when i first went to college, that is what i thought i was going to do. i hadn't taken that much science and math in high school, but i did fine. i went to a 2 year school, took all the math and science i could, and really loved it. i also was the elected student member of the board of trustees. even though i got married and pregnant, they had a great daycare center that took babies. but i started really having trouble with sleep, and fatigue, and dropped out. then i got divorced. i did finish up the 2 year degree later, before i moved to chicago. i worked as a lab tech for a while. did some other stuff, cuz i needed work, was a carpenter for a while, and helped to start a support organization that is still in business. worked as a cook. got an offer to go to paris and train, but couldn't really do that with a kid. went to art school at 27. had always liked it, been pretty good at it, and just kinda didn't know which end was up. somehow got accepted to the school of the art institute, a fact which baffles me still. i went for 2 years, and you guessed it, had another kid (and husband). thought i was just taking a short leave, but had 3 more kids and never went back. i always thought i was going to, but when i decided it was time to do something besides be a full time mom, school had gotten so expensive. it just seemed just as smart to dive right in. i still think that was a good idea. i joined a ceramics co-op, which helped my get hooked up with a lot of people.
i am mostly happy with being an artist. i am happy that i do interesting and unique work, and have had support from some very good, even important artists. but i do not have the energy to be a part of the whole "gallery scene" and not sure that someone my age would get all that far there. have had a little success with the whole calls for art thing, but not as much acceptance as failure. i sure would not have gotten this far without a husband who could support me financially. i have spent a lot of money, and made a teenie tiny bit. and a series of events in my life have turned me off the whole people thing. i guess you have to do that part, and i always loved that part. but i am sick of people. i am sick of being sick, pain all the time, shit falling apart, doctors, pills, bullshit. 55 just seems so old.
i am taking a class right now, and i am very happy to be a student again, because learning new things is something i think i will always love. it is at the art institute, but it is a non-credit class, so it is not a ton of money. taking web design, mostly because i always hate to pay someone to do something that doesn't seem that hard. i could have taken 3 classes for what it cost me to build and upgrade pinkobuttons. i figure if i can at least keep my brain from turning to mush, old age will be tolerable.
tobin, if you want to go to school, you can. take 1 or 2 classes at a time, start at a community college. maybe they will even have some courses on "tape". back when i was in one, they took accessibility very seriously, and had a big tech department. personally, tho, i think i would like to drive a truck. when dh gets sick of his job we fantasize about things we could do with the 401k, and buy a new 18 wheeler is up there. i would love to see the country, and i would love a job where i only had to see people every other day.
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