Off To The Halls Of Knowledge

Ten years ago Son Donald graduated from high school, dabbled with higher education, then decided the work world was more to his liking.  He got a full time job and moved out of our house (although he often came back for Sunday dinner) for about six years.  Three years ago he moved back in.  At first he continued to work full time, but...I'll let him tell you the rest via part of a Facebook post he wrote explaining what's going on:

Okay, friends, it's time to break the silence. I have had a personal challenge to myself to post as little as possible here, because I think social media is a bit of a trifle. But I actually have real news to share, and some of you on my friends list might not know whats been going on with me.

For the past couple of years I have been attending Meramec Community College. I had no idea at that point what I wanted to do going in, but one day a few years ago I told [Longtime Friend] that I had the option to go to Meramec at little to no cost to me.  Like a good friend he called me a dumb ass and took me to sign up for classes the next day.

After a math placement test placing me into Trigonometry (a surprise!), I started down a path towards possibly transferring as an engineering student. I would like to thank [College Friend #1], [College Friend #2], [College Friend #3], and [College Friend #4] for the support and sometimes coercion to stay on track and study through Calculus 2 and Physics 2.

Physics is actually the reason that I have decided to abandon an engineering degree. While I was able to make it through two physics classes, it was one of the most humbling and aggravating experiences that I have ever put myself through. I still think engineering is an interesting and worthy field of study, but to all my engineering buds, y'all are crazy. Like, really.

HOWEVER, in the pre-Engineering track at community college, I took a beginning programming class, and I really enjoyed it. Like, a lot. So I'm going to be transferring to Missouri S&T for Computer Science for the fall semester.

Tomorrow morning we'll pack up the cars.  Hubby Tony and I will follow Donald west on Interstate 44 to Rolla, his new home.  There we'll help him unload his things, then say goodbye.   It's time.