I DID IT!!! I GRADUATED!!!
I DID IT!!! I'M 56 YEARS OLD AND I GRADUATED WITH A MASTERS!!!
IT FEELS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE, BUT WITH A
REALITY SHOW SIDE TO IT.
27 YEARS AGO I FLUNKED OUT OF COLLEGE BECAUSE OF POOR
GRADES AND BY NOT OFICIALLY WITHDRAWING FROM SCHOOL.
I SECRETELY WONDERED IF I WASN'T REALLY RETARDED. I WAS
PROFOUNDLY DEPRESSED AND SUICIDAL. I LIVED AND BREATHED
SUICIDAL IDEATION NIGHT AND DAY. I SOUGHT RELIEF, WITH
THESE THOUGHTS, FROM THE AGONIZING PAIN FROM MY CHILDHOOD.
I SOUGHT OUT A SUICIDE HOTLINE AND WITH INCOMPETENT
GUIDANCE, I WENT FROM THE FRYING PAN INTO THE FIRE (HE USED
THE TIME TO REASSURE HIS OWN HETEROSEXUALITY.)
AFTER YEARS OF RECOVERY WORK, I FINALLY GRADUATED FROM
COLLEGE IN 1999 WITH MUCH SUPPORT FROM MY WIFE AND
DAUGHTERS. I DECIDED TO RISK GOING FOR A DREAM AND
BECOMING AN ART THERAPIST. I MISSED THE DEADLINES FOR
SOME OF THE LESS EXPENSIVE SCHOOLS. I DECIDED TO TRY THE
CADALLAC OF ART SCHOOLS EVEN THOUGH TO DO SO WAS SILLY
BECAUSE I COULDN'T AFFORD IT ANYWAY AND THEY REALLY
SHOULDN'T WANT ME. I HAD 3 HOURS BEFORE I WOULD MISS
THE DEADLINE FOR APPLICATION. A FEW WEEKS LATER I RECIEVED
TWO LETTERS. I SET THE LETTERS ON THE SOFA TO GET SOME
COFFEE TO BRACE MYSELF FOR THE BAD NEWS. I FINALLY OPENED
THE FIRST LETTER AND SPENT 2-3 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THE WORD
"NOT" IN FRONT OF THE WORD ACCEPTED AND COULD NOT FIND IT. I WAS NUMB.
I WENT FOR THE SECOND LETTER AND IT WAS A FULL SCHOLARSHIP.
I WAS INCREDIBLY EXCITED BUT DEEP IN MY GUT I SUSPECTED THEY
HAD MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE ACCEPTING ME. DONT THEY KNOW I'M
REALLY STUPID? I WAS IN FULL CRISIS. I SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE
SELF-IDENTIFIED AS A CHRONIC UNDERACHIEVER.
I'M NOW ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE 2-YEAR PROGRAM.
I HAVE MONITORED AND CARED FOR THE ADOLESCENT BOY IN ME
WELL ENOUGH TO SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED A GRADUATE
PRORAM. ( I STILL WAIT FOR THE OTHER SHOE TO DROP).
I FEEL LIKE I'VE REACHED OZ AND THE EMERALD CITY. THE WIZARD HAS OFFICIALLY
PROCLAIMED ME AN INTELLECT AS OF LAST MAY.
I HAVE CLAIMED MY OWN COURAGE BY USING MY OWN STORY AS A CASE STUDY FOR MY THESIS. I KNOW I HAVE A HEART. I CLAIMED THAT A WHILE BACK.
------- BE GENTLE WITH YOURSELVES
----------------- RJD
--------- PLEASE WISH ME WELL
IT FEELS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE, BUT WITH A
REALITY SHOW SIDE TO IT.
27 YEARS AGO I FLUNKED OUT OF COLLEGE BECAUSE OF POOR
GRADES AND BY NOT OFICIALLY WITHDRAWING FROM SCHOOL.
I SECRETELY WONDERED IF I WASN'T REALLY RETARDED. I WAS
PROFOUNDLY DEPRESSED AND SUICIDAL. I LIVED AND BREATHED
SUICIDAL IDEATION NIGHT AND DAY. I SOUGHT RELIEF, WITH
THESE THOUGHTS, FROM THE AGONIZING PAIN FROM MY CHILDHOOD.
I SOUGHT OUT A SUICIDE HOTLINE AND WITH INCOMPETENT
GUIDANCE, I WENT FROM THE FRYING PAN INTO THE FIRE (HE USED
THE TIME TO REASSURE HIS OWN HETEROSEXUALITY.)
AFTER YEARS OF RECOVERY WORK, I FINALLY GRADUATED FROM
COLLEGE IN 1999 WITH MUCH SUPPORT FROM MY WIFE AND
DAUGHTERS. I DECIDED TO RISK GOING FOR A DREAM AND
BECOMING AN ART THERAPIST. I MISSED THE DEADLINES FOR
SOME OF THE LESS EXPENSIVE SCHOOLS. I DECIDED TO TRY THE
CADALLAC OF ART SCHOOLS EVEN THOUGH TO DO SO WAS SILLY
BECAUSE I COULDN'T AFFORD IT ANYWAY AND THEY REALLY
SHOULDN'T WANT ME. I HAD 3 HOURS BEFORE I WOULD MISS
THE DEADLINE FOR APPLICATION. A FEW WEEKS LATER I RECIEVED
TWO LETTERS. I SET THE LETTERS ON THE SOFA TO GET SOME
COFFEE TO BRACE MYSELF FOR THE BAD NEWS. I FINALLY OPENED
THE FIRST LETTER AND SPENT 2-3 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THE WORD
"NOT" IN FRONT OF THE WORD ACCEPTED AND COULD NOT FIND IT. I WAS NUMB.
I WENT FOR THE SECOND LETTER AND IT WAS A FULL SCHOLARSHIP.
I WAS INCREDIBLY EXCITED BUT DEEP IN MY GUT I SUSPECTED THEY
HAD MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE ACCEPTING ME. DONT THEY KNOW I'M
REALLY STUPID? I WAS IN FULL CRISIS. I SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE
SELF-IDENTIFIED AS A CHRONIC UNDERACHIEVER.
I'M NOW ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE 2-YEAR PROGRAM.
I HAVE MONITORED AND CARED FOR THE ADOLESCENT BOY IN ME
WELL ENOUGH TO SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED A GRADUATE
PRORAM. ( I STILL WAIT FOR THE OTHER SHOE TO DROP).
I FEEL LIKE I'VE REACHED OZ AND THE EMERALD CITY. THE WIZARD HAS OFFICIALLY
PROCLAIMED ME AN INTELLECT AS OF LAST MAY.
I HAVE CLAIMED MY OWN COURAGE BY USING MY OWN STORY AS A CASE STUDY FOR MY THESIS. I KNOW I HAVE A HEART. I CLAIMED THAT A WHILE BACK.
------- BE GENTLE WITH YOURSELVES
----------------- RJD
--------- PLEASE WISH ME WELL
