How to become a Gigi

Everywhere I go, I am surrounded by people of all ages. I’m comfortable with this whether at work or school or wherever.

While some in my age bracket are grandparents, I never consider myself eligible for this category. The term grandparents has this “age-stigma” attached, doesn’t it? I tend to think of grandparents as, well, old.

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Perhaps it is time to redefine this term. Actually now is the ideal time to come up with something more hip and modern. Why, you ask?

Because it’s a club of which I will soon become a member.

Their response!
My response!

Yep, despite my youthful looks, energy and attitude, my eldest daughter is gonna have a BABY. It’s not like it’s completely bizarre, she’s in a committed, loving relationship. She’s a responsible adult who has been on her own for several years. And she is the exact same age that I was, when she came into the world.

*Note: I’m not sure this fact is at all reassuring. I’ll bet the other actual adults around me then, felt a bit like I do right now.

It seems like so long ago, and yesterday all at the same time. What in the actual world has happened? How is it that time deceives me like this?

No matter, if all goes well, and everyone stays healthy, this fall there will be a little one. Another generation coming along, and the warnings are hereby issued.

Warning #1: Grandma will NOT be my name. I’ll try for Gigi, but I am told the kid determines my actual grandma name. If you haven’t seen this before, it’s worth the watch.

Warning #2: I will be involved. Not like, move in with me and I’ll pay all of your bills, but definitely involved. Even though it looks like that wee one will be 1000 miles away for starters, that isn’t going to stop me.

Warning #3: The 1000 miles is in the direction of North. The self-imposed travel ban previously established from November 1 through May 1 is now lifted. Please send any winter clothing donations my way.

Warning #4: My daughter is now sharing her spotlight with whatever progeny she produces. This means there are still several more months for her to be front and center, and after that, it’s over. Her identity will be forever changed to ________’s mommy.

Warning #5: The focus of this blog will naturally shift with my imminent graduation in about 30 days (!!!), and now we have ideas for a new focus. I’ll bet you can guess. How many people transition from recent college graduate to grandparent in a span of a few months? I’ll have to look it up when finals are over.

Betty Reilly, who graduated with a Bachelor’s at age 89. Click here to be inspired!

So that’s a wrap for this bleary-eyed senior. It happens to be from all the studying, thank you very much.

Thanks for reading, until next time,
Sherri

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Senioritis is a real thing

As defined at Urban Dictionary:

“Senioritis – noun. A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation.”

Let’s personalize this a bit, shall we?

Senioritis – noun. A crippling disease that strikes college seniors in their final semester, even the ones who are 50 and hold a very high GPA. Symptoms include: an over-excessive wearing of yoga pants and t-shirts. Also features a lack of preparation, deadline knowledge and assignment lists. Can include a severe absence of previous over-achievement. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation.

Potential remedies may include studying anywhere but home where deep cleaning and organizing hold strong appeal. Also, securing a study buddy, such as a sophomore, will aid towards accountability. One proven technique to improve motivation is planning a Graduation trip to Europe as a reward for not dropping out. Making reservations with non refundable deposits further enhance the effectiveness of this powerful motivator.

Severe cases may also require a small Spring Break adventure, which is highly recommended. Again, early planning with stiff financial penalties is effective to ensure actually taking the essential break. Employing these strategies will help, but not necessarily guarantee a smooth final semester.

Maintaining perspective is essential during this season. My tendency is of course, to be melodramatic about it all, but it’s just another few weeks which will be over before I know it.

How does one self diagnose this? Here is a prime example. I have a class taught by the Dean of the college. It’s a topic that I love, and I’m thrilled to have the exposure to this knowledge and application. We formed a team last week and we have a 20 minute presentation due next week. When he reminded us yesterday, it was as though I had heard it for the very first time. We are meeting today after work to hammer it out, and I am not even stressed about it. Why?

I have never not cared about an assignment. Even the classes I didn’t love, I still cared. But, this too shall pass. Hats off to anyone who is in their Senior year, or living with someone in their Senior year. Or worse, parenting someone in their Senior year. It’s real. It’s rough. But perhaps some of these strategies will help you or a loved one manage for the next 13 weeks (or whatever their number is, just ask them because they KNOW)!

Thanks for reading, until next time,
Sherri

15 down, 1 to go

It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. There is just ONE little semester standing between me and graduation.

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Earning my Bachelor’s degree is a personal goal that I have been pursuing for six years. The good news is that it’s almost complete. Sure, I’ve taken on some important classes, but much of what I have learned had little to do with the actual curriculum. Here are the top six (I could have done just five, but you know I’m an overachiever).

1. It’s one semester at a time. I can tolerate terrible professors (can you speak English please?), difficult courses (my buddies Al and Cal), and a rough schedule (commuting 45 min each way, 4 nights a week). And I can do it because it’s only for 16 weeks. (Or fewer when it’s a summer class.) Breaking big goals into smaller pieces really works.

2. There’s a lot to learn if -and when – I’m ready to listen. Not every subject is interesting, but there is always a hidden nugget when I look for one. When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. This frequently happens outside the classroom, btw.

3. No one cares about my grades. After this long, I can include myself in this category. My job is to do my best. Sometimes this means my name is on the Dean’s list, and sometimes I am satisfied with a C.

Confession: it feels pretty damn good to make the Dean’s list. It feels equally good to not repeat a miserable class. In case you hadn’t heard, C’s get degrees.

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4. It’s not a race or a competition. Some 30 year olds are getting their PhD’s. That’s amazing, and also, it has nothing to do with me. It doesn’t matter that I’m 50 and still working toward my undergrad. I am improving each day and that is a reward in itself. It’s never too late to pursue a goal.

5. Failure is actually valuable. When I flunked online Algebra one summer, I learned an expensive lesson. Ever since, I am more realistic about how and what I can master.

6. Remember the big picture. There are people in my life who are important – even when I have homework. I need to make time for those I love. Achieving goals is great, but not at any cost.

As I look at the next four glorious weeks of zero assignments, I am breathing a sigh of relief. I will not overpack my calendar. I will take naps and socialize and read for fun and get back into my studio to paint. All at my own pace. It feels good to take a break.

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Seasons. Times of working hard and times of rest. The book of Ecclesiastes has a whole chapter about this and it’s as true today as it was thousands of years ago. Honor the season in which you find yourself.

You just may find yourself.

Thanks for reading, until next time,
Sherri