30 years late but getting there...

maybe... I hope.. we shall see.

Thirty years ago, as I was graduating high school (man it doesn't seem that long ago and yet it does). 

Though all my life I had dreamed of going to college all my life.  I had the grades for it.  I even had thoughts of majoring in art or math.  The only real struggle I've ever had at learning something was spelling.  And even that I could cope with.

However, several things stopped me from ever pursuing the dream.  The BIG dream.  The "I would do anything for" dream.  The biggest factor was that my parents were poor.  They had always struggled to get by and couldn't afford to send me to college.  There was no way they could ever help with anything.  And to make matters worse, during my junior year, my dad had a heart attack and was hospitalized for better than six months. (yes he recovered and is still with us thank the good Lord).

Since my dreams of college were diminishing, I did the dumbest ... no down right most stupid thing I'd ever done in my life.  I got married to the first guy who asked. 

A few years after I graduated... I actually went to the local university and asked about going to school.  My, then, husband had a fit and again the dream went south.

Today, nearly thirty years after my high school graduation, I have an appointment with admissions at Penn-State Beaver to see about starting classes in the fall.  Today I might actually realize a dream I've had since grade school.  Today I see where my future is actually going to go. 

I am very nervous at the moment.... and very excited at the same time.