What I Wish I Had Done Differently in School

10th Grade is no time to make math class optional.


Today, I am a "non-traditional student", which means simply I decided to finally pursue a degree long after most do. I've put a lot of thought into what I would change about my education over the years. If I could go back to the place where I first started to get off track, it would be 1984, I would be entering 10th grade, and at the beginning of a relationship that would later become a marriage, and much later a divorce, but in 1984, became an incredible distraction that led to low motivation for doing homework, which led to doing poorly in math, which led to some poor decisions that others warned me about, but that my 10th grade wisdom assured me would be no big deal.

Boy is that a mouthful. I did poorly in math in high school, and didn't want to do what needed to be done to do better, and that led to deciding I didn't really have to go to college.

I regretted the decision later when I entered the work world. I found out then I really needed to have a college education in order to do the work I wanted to do, but math continued to be a hurdle, and it took twenty years to finally resolve to do what it took to get over the hurdle.

When I divorced, I also went to school. It took a couple of years of math classes to finally complete the math requirement to get my degree. I'm still working towards that goal, but it won't be long now. I can only wonder what my life would have been like if I'd paid more attention in math class almost thirty years ago.

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Tearjerker Books

Recollection of the awful moments of loss in two novels by Stephen King.

893 Seiten Stephen King

When I was in junior high, I sat up reading Stephen King's book Cujo, and remember being brought to watershed tears as I read the part about the little boy's death. For a moment, I was transported into the mind of the mother, feeling panic rising in my throat. Again, when I read King's book Pet Semetary, when the little boy ran into the road and was hit by a truck and killed, I was for an awful moment, the father , desperately reaching out to grab the little boy, and grabbing air instead, unable to stop the inevitable. I think at that age, I craved those moments, and thus was attracted to King's awful stories. As an adult now, and a parent, I find I cannot watch or read stories like that anymore.

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I’m Posting every day for the remainder of 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a day for the remainder of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.


Veronica Barrington