I wasn't sure what to expect going "back to school." I did my undergraduate and graduate degrees straight through in five years, so all I knew of college was Bob Jones University and being young and relatively responsibility-free. I thought I would be the only person who was commuting 1.5 hours from working all day and probably would be the oldest person in the class. I was pleasantly surprised that about 1/2 the people in the class were in a similar situation. I will admit I thoroughly enjoyed wearing my yoga pants and sweatshirts to class every night and the respect and freedom the professor gave us to be adults and conduct ourselves appropriately.
I thought I would reflect a little on what I learned in this class. I can't say I learned new things, but rather saw what I already knew in a different light and in a more concentrated format. The class was Child, Family, & Community, and is about just that. It was a good one for me because I work with children and their families but also have to be very aware of how those two interact and how the particular community can make that interaction so different.
-- I learned that I tend to be very judgmental toward people who are in different life situations than I am. While I didn't grow up rolling in money and luxury, I've never, ever been poor. I've never worried about not having enough to eat or about having my utilities turned off because I couldn't pay my bills. But there are families who face these things, and much, much worse on a daily basis. I tended to group all "low income" families into one group instead of taking each separately. Growing up in the culture I did and the community I was part of, I assumed that everyone who was having a hard time in life did something to deserve it. I didn't ever stop to think that maybe there were other explanations.