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It has been 10 years since my first semester of college – a decade. My deepest thoughts at that time were “what it will feel like to actually party like it’s 1999, because it is.”

I had spent the six months after graduating from high school working nights in the IT department of a large company, changing over all their computer systems to be Y2K compatible.

Working 40 hours a week for minimum wage ($6.25 an hour), spending most of my day restarting and shutting down Windows, was about has thrilling as watching a turtle stampede. Having graduated from high school by the skin of my teeth, I was not qualified or accomplished enough to do anything else.
I made the most adult decision of my life to date and took an afternoon off work so I could see the admissions clerk at Folsom Lake College – at that time the campus was just a few trailers and a tennis court.
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Of course the first thing they told me was that I needed to take competency tests in English and math. What? I thought my high school diploma was enough to get me into college. You mean I actually had to remember all the crap I learned in algebra class.

I didn’t do so well on the test and had to take a whole semester of algebra, the same algebra I had just passed in high school, algebra that wouldn’t give me any college level credits, stepping stone algebra, dam.

I had to keep working in order to pay the $11 a unit for my classes, so my only options were the night and weekend classes. The time and money I was investing seemed reasonable to me, but my biggest concern was ending up back in school with all my high school classmates.  At a small campus, in a small town, I was not interested in four more years of high school.

On my first day (evening actually) of class, I was surprised to see a classroom filled with middle-aged men, young mothers, a few young students my age and a handful of retirees. I think everything I learned that first semester came from sharing notes and study sessions with a group of people who were more diverse and a little deeper than the barely legal crowd I was used to spending time with (and certainly more diverse and deeper than I was myself).
I certainly didn’t learn much about algebra, even the second time around.