(I believe this was written when I was going to go back to school for medical coding. It didn’t last more than a semester because of what happened. Too many people going for it, so there was a job saturation. Also, ran out of money to take the courses AND afford the textbooks.)
Here I go
For the third time
Buying textbooks
And dreading tests
Ignoring the difference
Between now and then
The first time was a party
With constant breaks
To stay on course
I aimed for all my dreams
Writing prose and poems
For the sacred grades
The second time was fun
More serious than before
Out to prove myself
Before I step before a class
Stopped by a sudden air
That ate my goal alive
Now I try again
Fighting for the grade
And holding home together
In hope of gaining steam
Within a world of shots
And badly written files
I sense a change
That this will be the last
I become the absent father
The distracted husband
For our future’s sake
No matter how much it hurts
Legends of Windemere 
Wow. Sad. I remember quitting school because I couldn’t afford it. 😓
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I quit for that and other reasons. Found out what I was going for was an oversaturated market.
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Loved the “absent father distracted husband ”
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That was an issue. A big reason why this didn’t last more than a semester.
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At least you were able to quit and not invest all that energy and money for no payback.
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True. Small favors.
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😊
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