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My Own Curriculum I was attending school at the University of Oregon with the aid of the G.I. Bill and I recently came to the conclusion that teaching was not going to work out for me. I had no clue as to what else I could or wanted to do. I may have become disillusioned with our government but I still wanted to do something where I could feel like I was making a positive difference in the world. I had no idea how or what that could be while making a livable income in the process. I was kinda working on some sort of a degree, but I had not been fully engaged in my studies. Except for that one year at Hudson Valley, I'd never been a great student. If I was interested in something I learned it easily and well, but many of the courses I took or was supposed to take to satisfy the necessary requirements to earn a degree were not very interesting to me. I found myself only putting in enough effort to make sure I passed those classes to keep those G.I. Bill checks rollin

Baby-Boomers – What Happened? Baby Boomers back in the 60's S ince being discharged from the Air Force I'd been in “hurry-up” mode trying to somehow recapture the time I felt I'd lost. Prior to the military I had been focused on the big political issues of the day, Civil Rights, the draft, and the Vietnam War. While I was in the service I spent all my energy just trying to get through my commitment and I largely did this by withdrawing and forcing myself not to do too much thinking. I just went through the motions just for the day I would get my life back. By now I'd been out of the service for almost 4 years and I had slowed down and stopped chasing lost time. I began to realize that it wasn't just three years I'd lost but I'd also lost a part of myself. I sort of lost my sense of direction, sense of purpose. I no longer had a cause to help define me. The draft was done. The War was over. Civil Rights was complicated. Racism was so e