Sacred Mists Wiccan College!

Good news, everyone! (Futurama reference)

So, as some of you may know, I have lately struggled with the idea of going back to school. From what some of you may also remember, my experiences in college have not been so great. I’m definitely not proud of myself. My first year in college, I was forced to leave and was unable to complete my education due to seizures. My short time in Cosmetology classes (and let me say this was absolutely not my fault) I had the WORST teacher in the world. She did not teach us anything, only mixed her new students with her experienced students, threw us random assignments we didn’t understand, and locked herself in her office for the rest of the day. Not knowing how to do anything and having no one to show me how, I ended up spending every day smoking cigarettes outside until I was going through a pack a day.
I went back to Chattanooga state, and finished my education, but struggled so much. Of course, I went for art. Therefor, math class was my weakness. I’m not good at math. I’ve never been good at math. I never will be good at math. You couldn’t teach me the simplest of math if your life depended on it. I never understood why I needed math for an art degree. Hell, why did I need math to finish high school? Never once in my adult life have I ever needed math. But that is for another day.
What it all came down to, is I just couldn’t find the right schooling for me. I am eager to learn, and I love staying busy with class and homework. I love studying and reading. I just have a thirst for knowledge. But my thirst is selective. I have to be very interested in something in order to stick to it. It has to be something I love and something I’m passionate about.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very passionate about my art. But it was the pointless math that got me and killed it for me. Not to mention, I wasn’t learning anything new. My art was at the top, and I wasn’t challenged enough.

So here I have been, whining and wishing I could go back to school. But for what? What do I want to do? And how am I ever going to be able t afford it? What about my seizures? I can’t attend classes without having seizures and taking an ambulance ride to the hospital and missing class. I can’t drive to campus and back due to my condition. And online classes (or any college classes) are expensive. I was pretty torn up about it. Outside of tattooing and being a house wife, I don’t feel I stay busy enough. I learn new things about tattooing all the time, but where is the push? Where is the homework and studying? Where is the late nights stressing over an exam? Where is the time spent sitting at a desk with my school books and a cup of coffee? I know it may sound strange to enjoy such things, considering most people who have to do it bitch and complain about how horrible it is. But I miss school. And I want these things back in my routine.

So here is where my amazing husband steps in. Witch school!

What? Witch school? WTF, man?

Yea, that’s right. Witch school. Wiccan college.

We all know my passion for the craft, and I am open to learn more and more about it each day. But there are some things that you just can’t grasp through Google search and reading books from McKay’s. That is why I took interest in the Sacred Mists Online Wiccan College. It is affordable for us, and I take classes to earn a degree in something I adore. I get homework, exams, teachers to help me, other students to socialize with, and an amazing learning experience. Plus, at the end of all my courses, I earn a degree as a Wiccan High Priestess. 
It sounds extremely fun, it will keep me busy, and I will have the chance to learn so many new things!

Most people may think I’m silly for this. But I honestly am really excited. The fact that my husband loves me enough to support me and help me get through this form of school means so much to me. 

I will get to apply for enrollment in a week or two and get started. Plus it’s all online so I can do it all from home without the struggle of driving back and forth every day burning up all the gas money. And I don’t have to worry about seizures throwing me behind and causing me to fail. I think this is a beautiful idea! And I can’t wait to begin!!