Obviously I haven't been blogging. Erik periodically makes fun of me for it. I've been teaching myself to sew, killing time at the Day Job (keeping up with the drama alone gives me a forty-hour week), whatnot.
My mom went back into a rehabiliation facility last month; her condition had been degenerating since she went home at Thanksgiving, and they aren't able to treat the cancer when she isn't strong enough to stand it. This facility is really nice. It's in South Austin and is all Texas-themed, but in a rich-dude's-ranch-house sort of way.
This is a nice segue into the main change in my life recently: for the first time in eight years, I'm getting ready for school. I enrolled in our local community college on Tuesday and will start taking classes next month. My goal is to get admitted to the physical therapy assistant program and get my AAS. There's a long way to go -- biology assessment, a bunch of pre-reqs (half of which I've done, but are too old to count now), a big-ass scary standardized test, volunteer work, a full battery of immunizations.
Ideally I can get admitted to the program in Spring 2009 (they do it annually). I have no idea yet how competitive it is, and the big-ass scary standardized test is part of the admission ranking. Worst case scenario is that I don't get it, I take a leisurely year to finish off the four co-reqs that don't require admission to the program, and apply again the next year. Depending on work and how heavy the courses are, that might actually be preferable. We'll see.
Right now I am studying for a biology assessment test. I haven't had biology in 10 years, and my performance was pretty dismal back then, but so far this seems manageable. Erik has been remarkably supportive despite my persistent muttering about mitosis and the flash cards that litter our living room.
So yeah. I'm about to be an old-ass community college student. Rock on.