Because we were irresponsible as teenagers/young adults, the first four years of our marriage were spent with one or both of us taking online college courses to catch up with the other grown-ups our age. The Husband finished his nursing program in July 2014 and I completed my bachelor’s degree in September 2015. After that, we both decided to take a break from classes.
It’s hard keeping up with coursework when you have a whole adult life, complete with kids, bills, and jobs, to attend to as well. Luckily, since we took a lot of our classes online, we could tag team them when needed:
If you want me to pick up this shift, you’re going to have to write this paper for me.
I have to clean the house, can you take this test for me real quick?
I’m not an advocate of cheating, but I’m also not an advocate of being forced to spend thousands and thousands of dollars and millions of hours on a degree with a curriculum that is made up of 90% miscellaneous crap and 10% information that is actually useful in your chosen profession. So sometimes we helped each other and I don’t feel bad about that. Between the two of us, we possess the knowledge. If The Husband is ever at work and needs to know the definition of “metacommunication,” he can call me and I will tell him it is “communicating about communication.” We’ve got it covered. And I’m so glad I get to be the part of this partnership that is wasting my brain space with that ridiculous knowledge.
So anyway, our coursework was a team effort and, not to toot my own horn, but I was the MVP. One semester, The Husband was short on electives so I suggested he take Spanish. I had taken it a year before and it was easy since most of it was the same material covered in high school Spanish.
That doesn’t sound like an easy three credits. Because I don’t speak Spanish.
Neither do I, but it’s just the same things we learned in high school Spanish. You’ll be fine.
Well apparently I had retained much more of high school Spanish than he had. He needed a lot of assistance with this one. It worked out fine and he went into the last week with a high B. Then came the final exam. The final was a problem because it was a phone call with the instructor during which you were supposed to answer her Spanish questions. In Spanish. And I have a girl voice and The Husband is a boy so he was on his own for this part. This is how it went:
Instructor: Hola, gracias por llamar para el examen. ¿Cómo estás?
The Husband: Uh-oh
Instructor: ¿Te preparaste para este examen?
The Husband: Umm…gracias?
Anyway, we somehow made it through. He got his nursing license and we are both enjoying our jobs and I think we are both pretty good at what we do despite the questionable integrity of our degree completion. However, we’re always looking for our next conquest, so this fall we’re putting our thinking caps back on and sending The Husband back for his bachelor’s degree in healthcare administration. He did the first round of paperwork last week and was expecting a call from the admissions counselor. The call came while he was peeing and, of course, he didn’t want to miss such an important call so he reached for his phone to answer. This is what the admissions counselor heard:
Hello, this is *splash*
as his phone landed in the urine-filled toilet.
Maybe if he knew more about communication and metacommunication, he wouldn’t have made the poor decision of answering his phone while peeing. Anyway, I may help him here and there with the classes and he won’t be able to put on his resume that he is bilingual, but I know he will make a great administrator for a long-term care facility. You wouldn’t expect it from his demeanor and personality, but he really cares about his residents and their families as a nurse and I think that will carry over to his job performance as an administrator.
So August is back-to-school for all of the men at our house. Here’s to a great year of learning!