It was at the end of the fall semester of 2016 that I applied for a work-study position in the English and Communications Department at my college.
My ENC1102 professor, whose class I had just taken, worked in the office. I thought he was wonderful and we had a good rapport, so I figured he’d put in a good word for me.
As a little something extra, I brought the latest issue of Bella Grace magazine in which my poem had been published. I wanted to show that I was the real story, the genuine article (puns intended)–that I loved what they loved.
I say, there is something about showing your professor your accomplishment that pertains to their field of expertise that makes you all glowy. It’s sort of like making your parents proud. Maybe the kid inside us never grows up. Even though I live in my own home, with a husband and child, I still don’t quite feel like a grown-up–I just happen to be mature for my age.
For four semesters, I worked with four awesome people (and met many more awesome people)–people who were there for me during the most difficult times in my life. In the transient world of restaurant and retail, I felt my work-study family was my first true “work family.”
This spring, I took two math classes so I could stay on one last semester. (If you are scheduled for less than six credit hours in your major, you are ineligible for the program.) Even though that was totally nuts, leading me to spent eighty-plus hours in the math lab, I completed my greatest accomplishment: I passed both classes with B’s.
For me, that’s just about as good as it gets.
Work-studying in my favorite department (History, Language, and Social Sciences would’ve been my second choice) gave me time to think about just what it was I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
It was my Benjamin Braddock moment–without the complication of a Mrs. Robinson (or, in my case, a Mr. Robinson. I am married, after all).
Though I will likely have to commence my professional career as a medical assistant, it was because I went back to school to major in Health Information Technology that I learned that there is a place for me in the professional writing world, beyond journalism, beyond literature.
There are needs to be filled, and I know where to look for them now.