Going to College at Age 51…”What was I thinking???”
The irony of life, is we will experience several major changes in our lives. Some changes are by choice, some are not. At the age of 51, I decided to go to college. I needed to get a degree to be able to become viable in the current economic market.
If you’re considering going back to college, for the first time, after many years or after a layoff ….. things have changed. Oh, boy… have they ever!
When I was in high school, most young women were more likely to get married, stay home and raise a family than attend college after graduation. I had taken a few, sporadic college classes. However, the demands of my family and my parents prevented me from returning full-time.
Now, at the age of 51, I was returning to college with the goal of graduating with a degree in computer forensics. What I found particularly amusing in registering with the college and going through the admission process, I was now a ‘mature student’ in the eyes of the college administration and faculty. More about being a ‘mature student in later posts…
I realized I would be attending classes and competing with students several decades younger than myself. It was at that point, when I began having doubts…
Would I be able to keep up?
Would I be able to succeed?
In fact, what I really was wondering…
Was I too old to return to college and get a degree?
I was now an official college student and had to register for classes. I cautiously chose two: American Government, a Monday evening class; and Computer Operating System, a Thursday afternoon class. Talk about left and right brain classes! If I wanted to obtain a degree in computer forensics, I thought taking Computer Operating Systems would be the place to start. American Government would be interesting and the fact it was Monday nights, intrigued me. Perhaps, there would be more ‘mature students’ taking classes in the evening? I was about to find out.
I registered for my classes and mentally took note…my first semester of college was to begin in January of 2009. I would begin my college education at the age of 51 wondering, “What was I thinking?”