I’m writing this blog post in Vancouver’s International Airport as I wait for my connecting flight to Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. It’s been 30 years since I have visited Vancouver.
The last time I was here, I was a spirited 16 year old Punk-Rock girl with bright pink hair.
My mode of transportation to this fair city was not by air, but by land. I, along with my boyfriend at the time, hitchhiked our way from Ottawa across over 4 thousand kilometres. We were on our way to visit friends, one of who continues to be my best friend and one of the most important people in my life.
Fast forward to the moment when I decided to enrol in my program. It took a lot of soul-searching and endless debates whether or not to go back to school. But I’m finally doing it with the support of my husband, my kids, family and friends. I promise I won’t let you down.
I was the first person in my family to graduate from a post-secondary institution. The last family member to go to university was my great-grandfather who was a Metallurgist for Alcan. And, I am the first to pursue a Masters. Looking back at when I was a Graphic Design student, things were different.
I was a young single mom struggling to make ends meet and just trying to survive.
As I sip my coffee, I contemplate the journey it took to get here and I’m glad I made the leap. Sure, the struggle will be intense. Trying to be a full-time student and continuing my commitment as a part-time professor at Algonquin College will be brutal. And yes, I’ll still continue to make fabulous meals for my family. One thing is clear to me, deciding to become a teacher and to pursue knowledge at the Masters level is the best decision I’ve made.
The next two years will arm me with knowledge about learning theory and the technology that I can help make my students online experiences both rewarding and relevant.
Sometimes we just need a pause, a time to reflect and reboot. I’m recharging myself by taking this Masters journey and in a way, it’s little like a layover. A moment in the middle of a journey where you have to pause then connect with a new path.
I’ve got a 2-year layover, and I’m loving every minute of it!