I Was a 32 Year-Old Undergraduate

The second in my "Adventures in Academia" series

Today’s post is the second in a series about my experiences in higher education as a first generation college and high-school graduate and late bloomer, called “Adventures in Academia.” You can read the first installment here.

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I didn’t grow up thinking I’d go to college.

Neither of my parents graduated from high-school. When I was little my mom and I moved a lot, and I always had trouble keeping up with new curriculum. At one school, a teacher decided I would never learn math properly and suggested I read during the math portions of class, which is why I don’t know how to do basic math— I can’t even subtract large numbers and never learned my times tables. I’m pretty sure that my love for reading, writing, and languages…