I have been in school for 22 months, just shy of two years. Almost every night every week. And I still have about 7 months left.
A new group of freshmen started class tonight. (Ah, newbies!) As they stumbled around the halls trying to memorize their locker combinations, my little (4'11"!) friend Nadia turned to me and said, "Ugh, I would not do it over again."
Would I? If I knew then what I know now, I would do it again. But the pain of starting a new experience, with the ups and downs, and the personalities you have to deal with, eek. Knowing what I went through to get to where I am now makes me extremely grateful to not have to go through it all again. There have been so many nights when I wasn't sure if I would make it out with my sanity, if I made it out at all. Two of my biggest panic attacks came on the salon floor.
I suppose the same could be said about nearly anything. High school comes to mind.