I recently found myself at a dining table full of accomplished acquaintances, and the conversation wandered to the subject of alma maters.
"Where did you go to college, Michelle?"
I hesitated before answering: "I didn't finish college." Among the highly educated crowd round the table, there were a couple of seconds where I felt like I'd showed up at prom wearing sweats and a bandanna.
The conversation drifted to other topics, but a woman sitting next to me noted my momentary discomfort. "Why don't you go back to school and finish your degree?"
Many adults head back to school including job training, preparation for a new career, or personal enrichment. I have been dancing with the question of returning to college for most of my adult life.
I left a state university at the end of my sophomore year, unsure how to proceed after I was told there was not a space for me in the major area into which I'd hoped to transfer. I came home in search of Plan B. That plan included an unexpected romance, followed by a wedding at age 20. Shortly after I got married, I landed a staff position at a community college, and then eventually another staff job at a private four-year college.
My husband and many coworkers encouraged me to consider finishing college during those years. I could have attended classes at a discounted cost. Instead, I chose to focus on freelance writing, which led to a lot of freelance (and mostly free) learning from the writing books and magazines on the shelves of my local library. These how-to guides supplemented the protein-rich diet of theology, Christian living, and Bible study materials that filled out my regular reading list.
We chose to homeschool our three children, which gave our household a decidedly academic personality. Classics read aloud formed the backbone of our children's education and enriched me as well; I'd never read Dickens, Hugo, Defoe, or Shakespeare during my own K-12 years.
The churches we've attended are typical of many evangelical congregations when it comes to education: They are far better at encouraging members to love God heart, soul, and strength than they are at encouraging discipleship of the mind. My personal lifelong learning habits of reading broadly and writing reflectively have helped remedy this deficiency.
I found myself back on staff at an evangelical college and seminary when my youngest son finished high school. There it was again, a new variation of the Question, being asked of me by various coworkers and a few students: "Why don't you finish college, and go on for a divinity degree? You're certainly bright enough, and you'd be in good company," they told me. "There are lots of women your age enrolled here."
I eventually left the job, but there is a part of me that still wonders if I should pursue my college education. Many of the people I respect most in my life possess advanced degrees. There are teaching and leadership doors I would love to enter, but many are closed to me without a degree key to open them. Those lingering regrets, along with a nagging sense that I may have shortcircuited the opportunities presented me by God, are the parts of me that squirm when people ask where I attended college.
The question of vocation is embedded in the college decision process for most adults. A high-school senior trying to decide on a major is a gentler version of a mature adult's restless query: "How am I to best serve God with the gifts, talents, and experience he has given me?"
Educator Parker Palmer said, "Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am." The classroom lost some of its appeal for me as I sensed God's pleasure when I mailed my first freelance article attempt to a tiny magazine three decades ago. When I sold the article, I realized that I didn't need a degree in order to pursue the particular vocation he designed for me. I also quickly discovered that the only way I'd be able to excel in that vocation was to live a learner's life.