Last night marked the third time that I sat in a classroom as a student since September began. As I’ve written on this blog before, I’m taking a class in a program at the local university where I teach for a few reasons. First, it counts towards the professional development that I have to complete for my day job. Second, it’s part of a larger certificate program that I’ve enrolled in at the university. And third, it’s a free course since this is the same university where I teach an undergraduate course. Not a bad trio of reasons to take a course, right?
Now, while there are some things about being a student that I dislike, I have to admit that I really do enjoy being a student again. Some might think that this is sort of weird, but when you consider that I’ve spent 25 or 26 of my 28 years on this planet as a student it’s not really so outlandish that I would respond well to the classroom atmosphere, is it?
One of the things that I really don’t like about the course that I’m taking is that it is a two hour and forty-five minute session. Granted, the class is only once a week and we have a fifteen minute break somewhere in the middle of the session, but it’s still a long time to sit in what is a relatively small room with eighteen or nineteen other people.
However, the content of the course is great. It’s focused around communication at the executive/professional level and the professor who teaches the course has provided us with some great reading material. As much as I really need to relax during the week because of the million and one other things that I have going on in my life, I do get some odd enjoyment out of reading the material and participating in class.
I’m a sucker for being a student, I guess. I should just stop the BS and go get a Ph.D already…