Story by Shelley Divnich Haggert
The first time I walked into a university lecture hall, I was carrying a
little more baggage than a backpack full of textbooks. My morning
had started with a round of
feed-the-kids/pack-the-diaper-bag/drive-to-daycare before I was free
to join the coffee line in the student centre and start haunting the
halls of higher learning. Though not much older at the time than the
typical student - some of my high school friends, in fact, were students
themselves - I felt like I was a hundred years and a world of
experiences away from them.
Lifelong
Learning