When I was twenty, I returned to college. I took a semester off when Tomcat was born and transferred my credits from Wartburg to a community college a little closer to home. I was no longer working toward a bachelor’s degree in creative writing, but at least I was still working toward a degree. As one of my floormates from Wartburg put it, a degree is a degree is a degree. While it may not be the one I wanted, it’s better than no degree at all.
During my time at MCC, I was selected for their honors program, which left me speechless and flattered (okay, not truly speechless – that’s only happened once, but definitely shocked). In order to obtain my degree with honors, I had to take several honors classes and attend a certain number of honors seminars, one of which was mentioned here. I took honors art appreciation, honors music appreciation, and honors American Indian history. It was either that or honors computer applications. I thought history would be easier than computer, but I was wrong.