by Shannon Schumm, guest writer
Who am I?
I am likely the overlooked student somewhere close to the front row of your class. I am the “non-trad” (non-traditional student) who asks 100 questions, or that will speak up when there are crickets in the room. You’re welcome.
I probably look just like one of your professors and have even been mistakenly asked about faculty known secrets at Rampart. However, the home packed coffee, green backpack, and deer-in-the-headlights look are my tells. I am in class with students that I mathematically could have given birth to….and I am finally obtaining my college degree.
Sure, there have been previous chapters from my book of life with exciting pre-children professions like an EMT and law enforcement. For the last 19 years, I worked locally for an insurance company, first as a claims adjuster, then as a content consultant/curator. I also teach yoga. But all tales pale in comparison to my favorite way to fill pages…being a mom.
Now I am sure you were hoping I was going to say something more exciting, like a helicopter pilot, but come on, you wouldn’t be in this world without a mom, and if you have a healthy sense of humor, it is really entertaining. I have two kids (three including my husband), a married stepson who graced us with two granddaughters and my SnapChat stars, Echo and Daisy (my two Belgian Malinois fur missiles).
I am in class with students that I mathematically could have given birth to….and I am finally obtaining my college degree.
Do I think I am any more interesting than anyone else? No. But who knows – this is a mystery to me too. Maybe, I thought I might brownnose my way into my professor’s heart by agreeing to write this column. Maybe, as much as I try not to, I naturally “Mom” the crap out of everyone I meet. I have a quick-wit and am a sucker for dad jokes.
Allegedly, I am also a scary mama bear that my daughter attributes to my Libra-Aries-Capricorn blend. Maybe, I want to share what all moms want: a happy family, a hug, and a few million dollars. Just kidding, moms just want you to do it the first time without arguing.
Maybe’s aside, in this column, I am going to dive into the fun-filled chaos of motherhood, blended with being a student on campus. I hope this tidbit about me entices you to read more in the next installment.