The dreaded Schedule.

I never though when I graduated from Highschool way back in the 90's that 10 years later be sitting here 1 month away from returning to College for the second time in my life.

Lifes been full of ups and downs, the good the bad and definitely the ugly.

Coming out of high school i'd love to be able to sit here now saying that i'd known what i'd wanted with life and I'd already been on the path to achieving it.

Fat chance of that: left to my own devices in the last year of high school, I'd discovered too late that I was in no way suited for the career path I'd chosen for myself. As a teen no one tells you that to have even a remote chance of making it as an electrical technician you'd need to know physics and chemical formulas. So left to flounder after discovering that this ole brain just isn't built for remembering the chemical formula for table salt, let alone being able to remember how to calculate how many watts are needed to run the average toaster, lord help us if someone made me figure out what it took to run anything more complicated.

I pretty much skipped out of the entire last half of my final year of high school. Guess what Bro, you get to graduate with your big sis the following year. Because no one bothered to help guide her when she needed it the most and she flunked out of the single class she'd actually needed to graduate.

So here i sit close to 10 years later staring at a college schedule that makes it virtually impossible to get a 3yo to her first day of school before having to be sitting in class myself. Wondering what else could possibly go completely and utterly wrong with my life.

More to come once dinner is 1st burnt, then eaten.