Teacher in in Heels: Part Three

College was good for me.

I will always be so thankful to my parents for sheltering me and for giving me the best they could, but that sheltering left me with a lot of insecurities. I was so unsure of myself–I was worried about my “toughness.” Would I be able to make it on my own without any help? It wasn’t just the insecurities I had about myself either–people are all too willing to forecast your failure oftentimes before you’ve even begun.
People make a lot of assumptions about who you are.

People assume that if you’ve been given a lot, then you can’t be tough if you need to.

People assume that if you have a lot of things, that you can’t have a lot of compassion.

People assume that if you don’t know something, that you can’t learn it.
I’m happy to say these assumptions are false. I learned a lot of information in college, but I also learned a lot about myself. I learned how to load a dishwasher, wash a load of clothes, and even vacuum although I’m still not fond of any of those tasks.

I also met my husband.

My husband puts a high premium on ideals. He never babies me and never doubts that I could do something. He is one of the few people with whom I feel completely at ease.

I think that many people would like to hear a romantic story about how I met my husband, but the truth is that we went on a date in 1998 and I think we’re still on it. It’s not a big, grand love story–it’s just an enduring one.
So in college, I learned a lot about myself. I also realized that nothing–and I mean nothing–could get me interested in Accounting. I had to change my major if I was ever going to finish college. After carefully studying the catalog, I found that I had a lot of English credits due to to my SAT scores. If I wanted to graduate any time in the near future, I would need to choose between a degree in English or a degree in Education with a concentration in English. Education seemed sensible. Also, I wouldn’t have to take foreign language, in which I was terrible.

I also figured that all of those English classes would help me prepare for the LSAT–I mean, it wasn’t like I was actually going to become a teacher, right?

Hubby and I on one of our first dates. Look at that skinny arm! I want to give myself a sandwich!

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Comments

  1. I never realize how skinny I was until I look back at those old college photos!

  2. I love that pic and love even more getting to know you better!

  3. Nadine Hightower says:

    Great Love Stories are all in how you tell it.

  4. PrayforNathan.org says:

    You're hysterical, the sandwich bit had me ROFLMAO. Really enjoying this "column" :-) We have a lot in common – except I skipped through college without having to learn to cook or clean – that part seems to elude me completely. Cool that you found yourself in college, hope you had fun too.

  5. Candace says:

    Good story, keep it coming, Katy! It's interesting to hear how you came to where you are now! All of those things were preparing you for Charlie, more than you will ever know!

  6. Great story! I love it….

    Can't wait to read more Katy!

  7. Small Town Girl says:

    This is SO fun! :) I love the picture, too. Can't wait to hear the rest of the story.

  8. That's a skinny arm right there!

    My parents used to tell me that I'll be so much different at 18 than I was at 15, and then again at 21 than I was at 18, then 25 vs. 21 and so on and so forth. I used to think, "well, yeah, maybe, but inside–deep down–I'll still be the same." I'm not. And that's a good thing. I don't know what life would be like without making mistakes and learning and growing and all that boring crap no one wants to hear about when they're 18. I love this teacher in heels series! Keep them coming!