With the loss of the peepmobile, I decided to drop my class at the local university. I have transportation to work, and to see my daughter. But school? I decided the time preparing for school, and driving there, would be better spent looking for a used car.
My sisters’ cars are nice and big. All the cars other people have offered to loan me are nice and big. I am not sure I want to drive someone else’s nice, big car to school. Forget that school is downtown….downtown where I had the wreck….I am not sure I want to be responsible for parking a nice, big car in the student lot. And, of course, I can’t parallel park.
I was sorry to drop the class; I learned a lot of information that I wish I had known when I was young; young like the rest of the students in the class. And, just like my class last semester, taking this class has reinforced to me the value of my life experience. I usually know the answer to the instructor’s question because I’ve lived it, because I pay attention to what happens around me and I read the newspaper, not because I memorized the answer from a text book reading assignment.
I won’t sign up for summer classes. But next fall….I’ll definitely go back.