In high school I slid by as a, pretty much, straight C student. I listened in class and did well on tests, but hardly turned in any completed homework. I have no idea why, now that i think about it; I had nothing better to do with my time. My parents hardly allowed any TV, and I was on restriction most of my high school career because of poor grades. I guess it’s just this lovely sanguine personality I was born with, this compounded with ADD, and you have a social butterfly who was perfectly content talking on the phone, sneaking TV, reading novels or daydreaming in my bedroom. I graduated high school when I was 17 and immediately went to a 4-year party school (completely unprepared for the work load) and partied my way right out. (I have no regrets, I met my husband and many good friends for years to come!) You see, my parents were very very (did I mention VERY) strict, and as soon as I felt that freedom after graduation, I ran with it! I pretty much did what I wanted. Of course, I was raised well, so I had my limitations. I ended up leaving the college after two semesters, with hardly any transferable credits and several thousand dollars of student loan debt. (Again, I regret not finishing a degree, but definitely do not regret my college days!)
The hubby and I dated for exactly one year before marrying. We came to a point where we could no longer afford to maintain separate residences, and we couldn’t bear the thought of breaking our mothers’ hearts and living together pre-maritally. We knew we wanted to get married, but we didn’t have the money for that either. So we did what we thought was best, and we eloped. He was in a fraternity at the time, and his frat “big brother” lived locally, and his dad was a judge. We got our marriage license and were married 3 days after he asked me. We married in the judge’s back yard, on the deck of his pool, and then celebrated afterward with a keg of beer that we weren’t old enough to even drink. It was summer vacation, so only a few of our friends were still in town to help us celebrate. We broke the news to our parents later.
Hubby still attended college and we moved into married housing on campus. He was the station manager at the college radio station, which had just gone FM and was the hottest thing around. Between weekends with frat brothers and his undying love and commitment to the radio station (which meant him getting up at all hours of the night and taking over the broadcast when the next DJ didn’t show up for his shift) hubby eventually started getting behind in his studies, and ended up not finishing his degree. But I’ve got to give him credit, he knew what he wanted to be when he grew up and he got a lot farther than I did in school. He got a job at the local radio station and I worked as a home health aid (after all, my prospective degree was supposed to be something in the medical field, I knew that much at least.) We stayed in the college town for a few more years, until the radio station put him on salary and ran him ragged for so many hours that we realized he was earning around $3.75/hr. It was time to move on.
To my suitemates and the dormmates below me: I’m sorry for all the noisy parties I subjected you to, while you were trying to get an education.
To my mother-in-law: Thank you for forgiving me for stealing your firstborn and robbing you of your first wedding event for your children. To my sister-in-law and brother-in-law, thank you for having big weddings that made up for us having robbed your mother.
To my mother: Sorry for robbing you of your only child’s wedding, but you did get two super-cute grandkids out of the deal! (eventually)
To hubby’s frat brothers: I promise you that we don’t blame you one Theta Iota for our not finishing college!
To my mom again: Thank you for teaching me about the much-argued-over temperament studies, for without them I would have hated myself, and probably others, much more. It fostered an understanding of different personalities, and why people are how they are.