This post is in response to a prompt at FTLOB.
I chose to go to college right out of high school. I kind of went about it in a half-assed way though. Although I had applied at an away-from-home school, and been accepted, and even offered a scholarship, I turned it down. I decided I didn't want to leave my boyfriend at the time, much to the chagrin of my family and friends. I decided that I would instead continue working almost full-time and attend a local community college.
Community college was great. I saw some of my friends there, though most of them had gone away to school. I still got to work and see my boyfriend all the time. This worked for about a year. I was in the beginning of my 2nd year when I got a new job that would require I work shift work. This was not going to work if I was still going to school. I decided that school would always be there, but that this job would not. I opted for the job, and withdrew from my classes.
Fast forward another year and I was buying a house with the boyfriend. This meant that I HAD to be working. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Fast forward yet another year and I was married and expecting my first child. Life happened. I tried to go back after the birth of my first child, but working full time, taking care of a baby, and not having the support from my then-husband was a recipe for failure. I ended up passing all but one of my classes, but certainly not excelling in the ones I did manage to pass.
Seven years later, I found myself in another situation altogether. I was no longer married to the same man. I was moving out of state to go live with my current husband (we'd already been married about 9 months). I had been applying and applying and applying for jobs in the area I was going to be living in. I didn't get a single call back. I realized that I would have to step up my game and finish school. Getting a job without a degree is darn near impossible, especially if you want to make a decent salary. I enrolled in an online school, that also has an actual campus near where I would be living. I made up my mind before I ever moved that I had to finish. This time, school was a priority. 2 years and 9 months later, I did it. I graduated. That is probably one of the most monumental experiences of my life. Sitting in that auditorium, waiting for my name to be called, I became so emotional. My parents and my husband, along with my youngest son were there to see me walk across that stage. I was overjoyed, relieved, proud, happy, and sad all at the same time. I was sad that school was over. (Yes, I really enjoyed the experience). I was proud of myself for not only finishing, but for graduation Summa Cum Laude. What an accomplishment. All this while I was working full time, pregnant (for 9 months of it), and taking care of a new baby.