Jennifer Returns To College
From the Donahue Journal
We discovered that there was a small junior college operating in Winslow. Jennifer wanted to investigate the possibility of getting enrolled to pick up some more college credits while we were confined to the area. So it was that we checked out the school.
The facility was an interesting extension of a larger university . . . possibly the University of Phoenix . . . and the curriculum offered was not going to be very helpful. I was interested in a special class in archaeology that involved visiting the pueblo sites left by the ancient Anasazi found mostly northeast of Gallup in New Mexico. It is believed by some that the Anasazi were a branch of the Aztec empire. I considered enrolling in this class. For me, however, this was not to be.
It was during our research that Jennifer learned about a school in Mesa where she could get specialized training in computerized graphic arts with an emphasis on virtual reality. She always had an interest in art and felt this was the perfect career for her. After some discussion, we decided to make a trip to Phoenix and Mesa, visit the school, and find out more. I think Jennifer and I made that initial trip during the brief time Doris was working at Winslow, because she did not go with us.
We found our way to Flagstaff and then south to Phoenix, and then made our way east into Mesa where we eventually found the school. I cannot remember the name of the place. It was not a large facility. We were given a tour of the place and a representative explained how Jennifer could apply for student loan money to pay her tuition and book costs. It would be a two-year program. The training was supposed to open doors for her to go on into drafting games in virtual reality or possibly joining artists working in the television and film industry. It sounded good and we signed her up for the next semester, starting after the first of the year.
We got a list of apartments located near the school from the office, and began looking around for a place for Jennifer to live. We found a very compact studio apartment that was affordable. It was small but functional. Jennifer liked it. She had parking almost outside her door. We rented it.
Phoenix was warm and it seemed strange to be able to walk around in our shirtsleeves while there.
Orange trees lining the streets were hanging with fruit. But on our way back to Holbrook, as we climbed elevation and drove into a fierce snowstorm at Flagstaff. The driving got so bad I was afraid we might not get home that night. But we followed a large truck that took the exit east on I-40 so we stayed right behind it. As we traveled east we slowly drove out of the snow and soon had clear sailing. We stopped at the Winslow motel to give Doris the big news. Jennifer was enrolled in school.
From the Donahue Journal
We discovered that there was a small junior college operating in Winslow. Jennifer wanted to investigate the possibility of getting enrolled to pick up some more college credits while we were confined to the area. So it was that we checked out the school.
The facility was an interesting extension of a larger university . . . possibly the University of Phoenix . . . and the curriculum offered was not going to be very helpful. I was interested in a special class in archaeology that involved visiting the pueblo sites left by the ancient Anasazi found mostly northeast of Gallup in New Mexico. It is believed by some that the Anasazi were a branch of the Aztec empire. I considered enrolling in this class. For me, however, this was not to be.
It was during our research that Jennifer learned about a school in Mesa where she could get specialized training in computerized graphic arts with an emphasis on virtual reality. She always had an interest in art and felt this was the perfect career for her. After some discussion, we decided to make a trip to Phoenix and Mesa, visit the school, and find out more. I think Jennifer and I made that initial trip during the brief time Doris was working at Winslow, because she did not go with us.
We found our way to Flagstaff and then south to Phoenix, and then made our way east into Mesa where we eventually found the school. I cannot remember the name of the place. It was not a large facility. We were given a tour of the place and a representative explained how Jennifer could apply for student loan money to pay her tuition and book costs. It would be a two-year program. The training was supposed to open doors for her to go on into drafting games in virtual reality or possibly joining artists working in the television and film industry. It sounded good and we signed her up for the next semester, starting after the first of the year.
We got a list of apartments located near the school from the office, and began looking around for a place for Jennifer to live. We found a very compact studio apartment that was affordable. It was small but functional. Jennifer liked it. She had parking almost outside her door. We rented it.
Phoenix was warm and it seemed strange to be able to walk around in our shirtsleeves while there.
Orange trees lining the streets were hanging with fruit. But on our way back to Holbrook, as we climbed elevation and drove into a fierce snowstorm at Flagstaff. The driving got so bad I was afraid we might not get home that night. But we followed a large truck that took the exit east on I-40 so we stayed right behind it. As we traveled east we slowly drove out of the snow and soon had clear sailing. We stopped at the Winslow motel to give Doris the big news. Jennifer was enrolled in school.