That decision I mentioned a few days ago? Well, it’s not really that big a deal, but I decided to do the next real estate course in-class instead of online. My recent inability to concentrate, lack of motivation and general malaise have made it very difficult for me to even glance at the stack of intimidating yellow textbooks sitting there on the shelf, mocking me. This morning I was up at 6:30 in time to prepare myself and get to Peterborough for the class.
Adult education is a weird thing. Much like in public school and high school, there are stereotypical classmates…the cliquey girls, the suck-up who eats lunch with the teacher (no, this was not me), the eternally sick guy who has to bring a box of kleenex to school for his desk, the rocker-dudes, and the “English is not my first language so I need to keep a personal electronic translator on my desk” chick. I told Graham last night that I hoped there wouldn’t be a lot of group work, because when I was a kid, group work usually meant that I would end up doing most of the work while the others watched. Oh, who am I kidding? Really it was just that I was such a little control freak I volunteered to take charge so that things could be done my way. But that’s another issue altogether. Today I cringed inwardly as the teacher explained that “adults learn better by learning from each other” and that we’d be doing Group Work. And that we’d be forced—FORCED—to sit with different people each day. Sigh. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as painful as I anticipated. The girls I sat with were very friendly and nice cliquey girls, although their frequent phone calls home to their husbands and babysitters gave me a frightening glimpse at Life With Kids. We did well with our group exercises, and I actually remember the things that we taught each other, just like the teacher said I would. I guess this means I’m officially an adult. Of course, this doesn’t mean I’m not going to skip psychology tonight, you know, just to prove I’ve still got a miniscule shred of rebel youth inside of me.
You know, I have thought the very same thing about future me with kids. It’s scary! I try to tell myself that the reason I don’t have any is because of my sense of duty to the planet.
That is a very logical argument and perfectly good reason not to have children at this stage in the planet’s game.