'Scuse me as I finally make my way down the graduation platform.
This weekend the family drove the monotonous 11 hours from SLC to San Diego to help me celebrate this long anticipated event, the final receipt of my BA in Psychology from Cal State San Marcos.
Here's the story, just to clarify. I'll try to keep it short:
Freshman year at Westminster College in SLC, in the footsteps of the 'rents.
Sophomore year transferred to a private Bible school, Biola, in LA. After 3 semesters there, dad lost a big client and circumstantially I was forced to leave, attending instead Fullerton College where dad went before meeting my mom on a football scholarship at Westminster.
Three semesters there and we were ready to get married and live cheaply back in SLC where rent in a brand new place was only $500, that and we both had good jobs lined up.
In Utah, residency for school takes 2 years, and as we couldn't afford out of state tuition, we waited. Jon then found a GREAT job at a school in San Diego where I could also teach (using my 3 years' experience teaching after school/ studio art.
So back to CA to wait another year to get CA residency, then while teaching I started pursuing a degree at Cal State while taking classes at community college.
While I terribly desired an art degree, I already studied art therapy at Biola and Cal State's art program is too new to offer anything of value to me. So Psych degree it is.
Do I plan on doing anything with it? Not so much. Don't email me with all your family's problems; I'd rather stick people in a CT scan and see what neurons are firing when they look at different color schemes.
Jon asked me once what I want to do with my degree. I answered, "Have it." That and get paid more.
Oh, and he had made for me a giant sign that says "Congratulations Lindsey! It's About Time!" Thought that was pretty funny.
Thanks Cee for the awesome announcement!