It was one of those moments. You know the ones, when the cosmos opens up and you see the path God meant you to take. Often it happens in the bathroom. TMI?
The King and I had taken Princess MiMi out to breakfast and he suggested that I go to our closest college and see what classes they had to get certified to teach. The King has always felt that I should either teach or be a news broadcaster (I don't get it either).
So, I had approximately 40 minutes before the other two chitlins were home from their morning adventure so I drove over to the campus. Small school. Christian Mission. Friendly co-eds who pointed me to the administrative offices.
As I was chatting with the "intake" staff at the registrar's office about their "Cert Pack" (for people who never wanted to teach before but suddenly had an irrational compulsion for a low paying career) I noticed that they had a Human Resources MAJOR in their undergrad. It was then that the angels started to sing. I could teach college level classes on HR!
This revelation took me to the Dean's office, where his admin did some light dissuasive questioning about my credentials. I do have a doctorate, I told her, brimming with confidence. A law degree is a doctorate after all. I do make the King call me Doctor around the house.
She was warm and encouraging after that. She told me how to apply and a few tidbits about the interview process. And then I was off and running. Great fun, great schedule, great career path. Now, all I have to do is decide is what the little undergrads should call me. Here are some ideas, feel free to vote:
Mrs. Married
Mrs. Maiden-Married
Professor Maiden-Married
Doctor Professor Maiden-Married
The Reverend Al Sharpton
Oh my gosh! I have been LOL. My children don't get it. I am so happy to be aquainted to my dear friend, the queen.
Posted by: Mary Kay Horney | August 07, 2007 at 03:54 PM