The Education of Jodi Lea

Daily writing prompt
What colleges have you attended?

In California, the University of California system has reasonably priced “Junior Colleges”. These are 2-year colleges for those attempting to earn basic college credits prior to enrolling in a more prestigious 4-year college and those going for certificates and Associate degrees.

I was recently informed that the term: ‘Junior College’ is outdated. The term for them now is ‘Community College’. Whatever you call them, they are the same now as then, if you ask me. Anyway, the fall after high school graduation, I enrolled in Chabot Hayward’s Los Positas College, which was close to my house. My goal was to take basic classes to transfer over to Southeast Missouri State University, Cape Girardeau, MO. This was the College my BFF was planning to attend. Since she was a year behind me in school, this gave me a chance to get a job and earn tuition money before moving to Missouri and getting away from home.

SEMO, as we affectionately call it, is a medium-sized school within the sweet little river town of Cape Girardeau. The streets along the river are still cobblestone. I fell in love. This place felt like how college should be. It could have been because my BFF and I were roommates, combined with watching too many movies about such places. Oh, dear. I have digressed into happy memories and gotten off-track. Gee – how unusual for me. HA!

Between my freshman and sophomore years at SEMO, I met my ex-husband on summer break and stayed in California until the wedding. Although not a traditional educational institution, I learned a lot in the next five years. I learned about being a military wife, having a baby, living with in-laws, living overseas, living in a trailer park, living in the desert, and all the on-the-job experience that entailed.

Fast-forward past SEMO, and I am thinking about a Computer Science degree. A lot changes in 20 years. Except college credits. I was thrilled to find out that class credits do not have a statute of limitations on them. All the basics I took in SEMO went toward my degree. Unfortunately, none of those credits involved math. My major was Childhood Development. I did not have to take any of the “ologies**,” for my degree, but I had to start anew with mathematics.

Because I was a mom, who worked full time it took many years to crawl through algebra, geometry, and pre-calculus. I only survived Calculus 1 because I had an awesome teacher, Mr. Adams. Support from scientists at work, and a wonderful 2nd husband and his boys, who knew their way around math.

The end of this story is I graduated with highest honors, from Los Positas College with an Associate of Computer Science Degree. The very same year that my baby graduated from High School. And, No. I am not going to divulge the exact year that was!

** Psychology, Sociology, Biology, et al.

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Playing Around

Daily writing prompt
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

I try to play a little every day, and some days I need a lot. I have way too many projects waiting for me to do because ‘Playtime’ usually means sorting through my fabrics. Planning a quilt. This fall, I made curtains for my living room. I have two more windows I need to cover for that room to be finished. Now, that project has morphed from playtime into a to-do list item.

Something you enjoy doing that is simple and takes very little brain power, like working on a jigsaw puzzle. Playing solitaire (with cards). Watching ridiculous movies. Reading a book. Writing light-hearted Blog Posts. Meeting with my teenage granddaughter on ZOOM. Brushing my 75-pound lap dog.
<– Her baby picture. Awww!

What feels like playtime to you?

Staying Positive in a Negative World

I have had my share of health issues the past two years, and I am so sick of doctors and clinics. My issues are not new, but they are becoming extremely annoying, and my normally good attitude has gone on vacation. I can feel my rebellious side growing, and I am already neglecting exercise and eating too many carb-rich foods. I know I need to take better care of myself, but the scary thing is, I don’t want to. That’s right – meet the brat having a tantrum.

I’m an adult, so I don’t throw myself to the ground and beat it with my fists, screaming. That does not mean I don’t need to. Everyone needs to release the pressures of anxiety, overwhelming circumstances, and grief. Some people run a couple of miles or work out. Others write letters to editors or their congressmen. I am a scrubber. I also will rant out a blog post now and then.

How do YOU throw a tantrum?

Daily writing prompt
What are your biggest challenges?