It never dawned on me as a child that I would attend a university. I came from a family of farmers and blue collar workers. In my childhood home academics were not stressed and the future was something that simply happened…it wasn’t planned for.
Around my junior year in high school colleges began hinting that I might want to play for their school. It was not for my academic ability but for my athletic ability. I had been playing competitive volleyball on a travel team since I was a Freshman.
My Senior year a local newspaper reporter was interviewing me about our undefeated season. Suddenly he asked me where I planned to attend college. I had no idea what to say. I loved the idea of going to college but my grades were extremely average and I had little motivation to actually study.
By the end of my senior year in high school I had been offered a full ride scholarship to play volleyball for a division II school (Wright State University). I made it through about a year and a half of school….lettered in volleyball my freshman year but failed many classes. I quickly realized I was woefully unprepared for college and dropped out.
It took me quite a few years to realize how important a degree from the university would be in my chosen field. I began taking classes at the local junior college as I could afford them. And slowly began learning how to study and I learned to love learning. After (many) years of piece-mealing together classes I finally completed my Associates Degree.
Finishing my Bachelor’s Degree (University of Texas at Arlington) would be too expensive and I would never finish if I tried to pay for it on my salary….so I took out student loans and by the time I turned 48 I graduated with a Bachelors of Social Work….Oh, and did I mention I graduated with honors?!