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Master’s Degree, My New Frontier

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I start my Master’s in Education journey in a few hours, but I’m not nervous about the next two years, because I got through the first four-which were a bitch and a half.

I mean, between the nightshifts, lack of sleep, chipping my shoulder (and who knows what the hell else working at Walmart did to my body), I figure this shouldn’t be too hard.  I’ve actually been through a hell of a lot worse.

Furthermore, a teacher is not who I truly am.  I’m a controlled anarchist who has a fascination with pyromania.  I’m Ozzy Osbourne, for crying out loud.  The only difference is that Ozzy plays the role, but I don’t.

Oh, sure, he was serious when he was a 24-year-old kid in Black Sabbath, but he changed into a performer.  As for me, I haven’t changed.  I’m still the same dark spirited ghoul that I was thirty years ago, I’ve become darker as time has progressed, and that’s because of what I’ve seen and the times in which we currently live.

I’m not particularly thrilled with who’ve I’ve become.  However, I’m also aware that I’m not on Gilligan’s Island.  Things will get better for me.

Things are already improving inch by inch, as I have someone who cares for me, and ours has become a beautiful friendship-which I hope turns into a hell of a lot more…because I can see myself being a father now for the first time in my life, while I laughed at the idea in prior times.

Now, if I’m right about that one, my dark side will likely dissipate, because I’ll have to serve as an example to this child whom I have a feeling is coming.  Oh, she’ll know about it (don’t ask me why I sense a daughter), but I’ll also show her the end results of what happens when you do all the things that I did.

But, I digress.

The second step in my journey begins eighteen minutes from now, and I’m ready for it.  I see it as a back up only.  However, having a Master’s Degree will give me at least a little more credibility.  It’s not going to be easy, but I don’t expect this to be as hard as the Bachelor’s degree was, nor will it take as long.

I only must deal with 36 credits.  What’s that, 12 classes?

If I got through Psychology, I’ll get through Education.  It’s not that I believe in this crap.  It’s that I have to surrender without giving myself away for the time being (yeah, that’s a Cheap Trick reference-great show in 1997 at Woodley Park in the San Fernando Valley).

I’ll have a lot of input in these classes, because of my learning disabilities.  I’ll be able to tell them what works and what definitely doesn’t.  I’ll even share of some of experiences in how I got an autistic man to speak (though not well, because he didn’t learn when he should have).

Well, time to get to work.  The next fourteen months are going to be fun.logo.9-0-0-72874

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