what do you want to be when you grow up?

After a year plus of mulling it over, imagining myself doing a wide variety of things, from museum curation to teaching at community college, I think I've finally decided what to be when I grow up.  I'm going to get my master's and MFT (marital and family therapy for those who don't know) with a specialty of art therapy.  I will be able to help people, kids, and those in the the Special Ed world using both counseling and art.

I'm very happy with this decision.  It feels right.  Back in high school and at Ye Olde Chaffey College I took a ton of phych classes, and loved them all.  I'm just facinated with the human brain and how it works.  Since I'm unlikely to retread my first career choice of neurosurgery at this late date (having just turned *gasp* 35!), dealing in therapy will allow me to still investigate the twilight zone of the human psyche.  Thanks to the wondertwins of G and L, I've immersed myself in my own art projects, and have found it very theraputic. So, I'm checking out grad schools, trying to find the best program at the cheapest possible price.  Higher education certainly is pricey.

I decided a while ago that I could never go back into public education.  Well, maybe not never, but certainly not until there are some serious changes made in the whole system.  (any questions about this?  just ask and I'll fill you in)  Bully to all of those who still fight the good fight every day, but my heart just isn't in it anymore.  I thought about teaching community college, but after reviewing the writing of some of my classmates (I'm taking a humanities class at my local cc, just for kicks) I found it to be at the same leval as, or even lower than some of my old middleschoolers.  I would end up failing everyone who couldn't put together a decent 5 page paper, and that just wouldn't be fun.  I don't have it in me to teach grammer and punctuation to a bunch of under 25's. 

It's been quite a while since I blogged, and I've missed it.  They won't all be about me, so don't worry.  I'm remembering my old blog about the kinds of oatmeal, and the story of Scientology.  So, I hope you enjoy.