With my wife tackling her B.Ed. (and hoping to transfer to my alma mater for Grad School) and one of my colleagues also starting the MA program I did, I’ve been tripping down educational memory lane of late.
That came to a head a little while ago as I participated in a FB message exchange with some of my former classmates as we responded to a query from one of our number about an instructional design challenge. My friend Peter summed it up well:
As an aside, you have no idea how much I miss this kind of dialogue with you guys. This thread made my day.
With that, I got a pang of sadness. I genuinely miss my grad school cohort and all the energy that came from the learning. I had a core group of people I enjoyed working with on team assignments, and I think we were a truly high performing team. If my wife gets into the program I will be incredibly proud of her, but at the same time it will be sad in a way, because I will only bear witness to what she gets to experience for the 23 months of the program. I never had a better time in school at any level than I did at RRU and I keep hoping for other opportunities like that.
Is this a revelation or a breakthrough? Can a period of “non education” genuinely make you sad? Or is the sadness a sign that you should be doing something to learn and grow? I get truly envious of people who can jet off to conferences, seminars, and workshops while I feel I get left behind and holding on for the one conference event per year that I can afford to do (only because it’s local). It’s not that I don’t get learning opportunities here – because I do. But they’re just not the same as that long program.
At some point I may feel better about this, but my educational soul feels a little sad.