Autobiography

A start to writing my autobiography

"I want to be a teacher!" My eight year old voice rang with confidence.

"No, you don't!" My mom insisted.

So began my search for a goal. If my mom said no, then no it was,

Forget that I continued to teach my little brother how to read before he started kindergarten, forget that my internal need to share my small amount of knowledge with others could not be suppressed,

Years passed, I took a modelling class at a local department store, and participated in their fashion show, I could hardly wait to share the skills I had learned with my friends at school, We practiced every recess until I felt they were rady. I made an appointment with the lady who had trained me and proudly demonstrated my students. Crickets. There was not much of a response, She seemed baffled. Apparently, what I had accomplished was so unexpected that she had no clue how to respond. That was a letdown, to be sure.

I completed high school, just, Thst is a story for another time. I got a grant to attend college and was forced to select a major. Thet was a real struggle, I didn't have any idea what I wanted to do. I had never thought about what i wanted to study, what I wanted to be. Finally, one of the student enrollment assistants asked me, "What do you like?"

I said, hesitantly, "Drama? Dance?"

He saidm "Ok, you have a double major."

I completed my enrollment by signing up for some required basics Philosophy, English Lit, Intro to engineering, Drama 1, Stage Makup, and Dance 1.

I had to get the instructors' approval for the dance class because it was full, She refused, For what ever reason, it made to my transcript anyway, (It took some doing to get that failing grade removed)

I really enjoyed my classes, excelled in most for the first part of the semester. I took the engineering class because it was the only class that included computer use and I was fascinated by that concept,

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I met a young man who captured my heart, I ended up attending more of his classes than mine, even though they were the same subject, My grades suffered significantly. I managed to maintain the drama related grades and the engineering class, My final grade point for that semester was 1.18. Not a good start, At the time, I really didn't care, I got married that May and started my life as an Army wife.

Our first duty station included living in a mobile home park where I naively told a neighbor that my husband was an officer, It seems there is an unwritten/unshared rule that enlisted