So, remember when I wrote this unlearn post a while ago where I talked about where I am now as far as this here blog? Well, I’m still kind of in the same “place” with one rather huge change.
I’M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL.
Yes, back to school. I know what you’re thinking…“Didn’t she say (more than once) that going to school was what killed her creativity in the first place and she didn’t like to follow the rules so…?” Well, you’re right. That is exactly what I said, but you know what? I was wrong.
So…what changed my mind? Well, a few things. First, when I went to school for interior design the first time almost exactly 5 years ago, I wasn’t actually enrolled in the Interior Design degree program. I was just “taking classes”. Originally I met with someone who figured out what classes from my previous 2 degrees would transfer, and then I enrolled in 4 classes over the course of a few quarters (the school has since transitioned to semesters). The first few quarters I took a communications class (which wasn’t required back when I went to school!), an art history class, and a design class. The last class I took I actually dropped as late as possible, and I’m super embarrassed to admit it as it was Interior Design 101! The professor was great (and because the program is so small I’ll be seeing her again – she’s the main professor!), but pretty much from the first day of class I felt in over my head – as if I didn’t know any design basics even though there were no course pre-requisites and I had followed the path I was told to follow.
Second, last year I had to take a certification for my day job that I had avoided for years, even though I was completely qualified. It was a 4-hour multiple choice test that involved an entire section of math. Basically, all my nightmares rolled into one, and I would only get reimbursed for the thousands it took to prepare and register to take the exam if I passed. On the first try. I studied for months and months, before work, after work, and practically every weekend, all weekend. I had apps on my phone with test questions and note cards with terms that I carried everywhere. Well guess what? I passed. So hard work in off-hours was no longer an impossibility.
Third, I found myself over the past few months as I pitched the idea of consulting on home design to different people, always saying, “well I didn’t go to design school, but…” and honestly I started to wonder, why did I stop going to start with? Okay so it wasn’t how I thought it would be initially, and it was a ton more work than I thought it would be too, but dreams only come true with hard work, right? And this time, it would be different. And I’m more determined than ever.
I got officially accepted into the design program and met with an admissions counselor. Over the course of an hour, we carefully plotted out a plan for my classes over the next 4 years (going part-time and summers), carefully weighing the workload, pre-requisites, and the class schedules to make sure nothing interferes with my day job. At the end of the hour, I registered for classes, set up a payment plan, renewed my school ID, and purchased books.
I am as ready as I am going to be. I am nervous and scared as hell, but every time I’ve felt like this, I made the right decision! Wish me luck.