Sometimes I make bad decisions. The idea that I would go back to school, even if it was only for one class, was probably one of them. That’s not to say that going back to school, in and of itself, was the bad call. In fact, quite the contrary. However, the idea that I’d be able to go class for 14 weeks at night once a week, about a month after I’d go back to work from maternity leave, and be awake enough to retain literally anything, is now, in hindsight, rather laughable.
The course itself, a certificate class in Project Management, is very interesting. I wanted to take this as my backup/escape plan from my current job, which may or may not be eliminated in the near future. The course is full of people like me, folks who’ve been down this road or that, and want something different.
The teacher is very nice and legitimately concerned with our understanding of the subject matter. The students are also nice, although some of them are a bit odd, like this military guy who makes farting sounds quietly with his mouth, while we’re waiting for class to begin.
I’m paired up with a few women who are all from the same African country. (No, they never met before the class. I know because I’m stupid enough to ask. Yay, for my cringe-inducing awkward brain.) The other person on our team is a guy who works ridiculous hours at his job, and needs out. He does work hard, trying to troubleshoot tech issues for our classmates’ software and teaching them things like how to use excel.
I’m glad we’re matched up, because the working dynamic doesn’t suck. We get our work done for the most part and now we’re just counting down to the last week. I’m not sure what the future holds, once I finish this course, but I’m hoping that I can add it to my resume and be more marketable. There’s a few certifications I can get when I’m done, so I’m looking into that as well. But mostly, I’m so tired, I can’t wait for it to be done so I can get my nights back.