Take a Chance on Me, WP prompt by Krista What’s the biggest chance you ever took? Did it work out? Do tell!
Apart from getting married three times, (and the result speaks for itself), returning to study was a huge, nerve-wracking chance.
As a single mother I returned to Art School to complete a degree, a necessity for teaching. This meant leaving the safety of my hometown and supportive parents. Besides settling my two children into rented accommodation and a new school, I fell in love before term started.
Perhaps being out of my comfort zone, I was vulnerable. Pregnancy happened immediately, with a wedding to follow. The fact that my new husband became a student meant that we had a very meagre existence. Love doesn’t satisfy empty bellies.
Two years into my course husband number two accepted work in far north Queensland, so we packed up to begin afresh. In retrospect this time was spent productively, though I couldn’t complete my degree externally. After five years in the tropics, we ventured south to the Federal Capital. My first phone call was to the University to make enquiries about continuing my degree studies.
Having never excelled at school I was filled with trepidation. This University course was far more demanding than the previous art subjects I’d completed. I became engrossed and surprised myself by even getting the odd High Distinction. Completion of this course not only brought satisfaction but work as a teacher. Here again was another chance of failure, but after surviving relief teaching, permanency brought the fulfilment of finding my niche.