Why am I doing this?

Alternately: How the heck did I end up as a first time college student at my age?

As I write this, I’m 42 years old and I’ve been working towards my first college degree (Computer Science Major with a Minor in Web Development) for just over two years. This is my first semester at the University of Wisconsin-Parkside in Kenosha, Wisconsin. Although I am very happy to be there, it’s somewhat daunting to realize that I’m classified as a freshman and will be at this for at least four more years. I’ll expound upon those circumstances in another post, but for now I’d like to explain how I came to be going to college for the first time at my age.

I grew up in a fairly poor area in rural North Carolina. My parents separated when I was in my mid-teens, something that really should have happened about ten years earlier, and as my mother left the state as she feared for her life. Considering my father’s actions in the days after she left, her fears were certainly justified. The short version is this: he he kidnapped her (adult) nephew at gunpoint trying to make him reveal where she had gone. Subsequently, dad was sentenced to three months in state prison and pushed further along with slide towards the bottom. Needless to say, this left us a bit estranged.

Weirdly enough, I continued to go to school during all this. I had some supervision from other family members, but I spent a lot of time on own. Even at the time, I was very much aware as to how many of my fellow students would have just dropped out, but I’d already become determined that I wasn’t going to do that. I still got my lazy carcase out of bed every morning and went to school despite a lack of parental supervision. (Well, most mornings, at least … this being more than twenty-five years ago, I can’t swear that I didn’t stay home sometimes.) Oddly enough, my grades definitely slipped a bit right about then. Wow, go figure, huh?

After dad was released, I started spending less and less time in his home and more time at the houses of friends’ families or that of my girlfriends. The time line is a bit fuzzy now – I think at least partially because I don’t want to remember that period too clearly – but once Summer came around, I left one day and just never came back. At 17, I lived in my car for about a week or so, then moved in with my girlfriends family for most of the Summer. Towards the end of the Summer, my mom returned to the area and I moved in with her and her then boyfriend, but with far less of a parental relationship and much closer to the status of “house mates.” I was still free to come and go as I pleased and … well, it’s kind of amazing to me looking back on that life from so far away that I survived.

The upshot of all this is that by the time I was nearing my high school graduation, affording college was a virtual impossibility and just getting the hell out of North Carolina seemed like a huge bonus. Like many kids in similar situations, the military seemed like the solution. I served in the USAF and invested in the GI Bill, but once I was discharged, I had become so disillusioned with the military that I really didn’t want anything to do with anything connected to the service … so eventually I let my benefits expire unused. At the time, it didn’t seem that important anyway: I was working IT jobs and if not well off, at least I was pretty comfortable over all. Who needs college, right?

During that time I taught myself a lot of database concepts, mostly with MS Access. I did a lot of user interface designs with Access as a back end, data migration, data normalization, and other useful bits and pieces. I learned a smattering of other things through various jobs and project – some networking, some PBX administration, hardware maintenance, and even enough other general programming concepts to be useful, but I was still largely backing myself into a nice comfortable niche market centered around MS Access. For a while, things were pretty good, even after 9/11 and the aftermath started hurting the job markets. I can take some solace in the fact that I was one of the last consultants let go from my really cushy long-term, open-ended project, but in the end, I was still let go.

With an ever tightening job market, I was left with a history of a lot of experience in a fairly specialized subclass of an already specialized area. I had some experience in other areas, but very little with which to back it up and even in those areas, I didn’t have a great deal of depth. It took me a while, but I realized that I really did need that piece of paper to go along with that experience after all.

In June of 2010, I enrolled in a technical school¹. It was my 40th birthday present to myself. I’m still on the journey I started that day and it’s going to take me a while to complete it. It’s not been a smooth road and there have been more than a few times when I’ve started questioning whether or not this is worth it and if I really want to continue this process, but I’m determined not to back out of it. I’m glad to say I have family and friends encouraging me, even if it does mean that I must chose school work over being with them sometimes.

I am writing this blog both to tell my story and to remind myself that it is worth it and that I will not quit.

  1. Note that my current school is not a technical school; that’s a story for a different post!