Dear old Golden Rule days

So it was August and I was browsing the NMSU web site looking for a job. (I interviewed with their IT department before we moved here but never heard back from them.) Instead of a job, I discovered that NMSU had just started a four-year aeronautical engineering degree program. “I want to do THAT!”, said a voice in my head.

We moved to Las Cruces this year because I want to work in the space industry. None of the existing companies seem to want to hire a network administrator. Well, how about a rocket scientist? So I talked it over with Anna and we decided to give it a go. Less than two weeks later I walked into the classroom.

This was a scary decision. It means no full time job for at least four years. My last college career, twenty years ago, was, ahem, undistinguished. Would I repeat the same mistakes?  Would we starve?
I took two classes, Calc I and Physics I. Last week I took my finals.

So how did I do? Well, I think. I’m sure I passed them both. I haven’t gotten the NMSU website to disgorge my grades yet. Too bad they didn’t hire me, eh? For them.

For me, I’m extremely pleased with myself. The early indications are that I can do this.

And then I can wear the “Actually, I AM a rocket scientist!” t-shirt.