I married my third and last husband – a University professor – when I was 52, and started my academic career soon after that. The best time to study at University is in your fifties. I had no need to work, no children to look after, and best of all I could read the set books in the original in the library; I wasn’t after a degree so I often chose my courses by the required texts. If you have children at Uni, you know how expensive the texts are; my math class had two small books, each $1. Who could ask for better value? And the original feels so much better than a paperback copy, however close to the original it has been made.
Because I was a professor’s spouse, I got free tuition, and even now that he is retired, I could go to classes for $15. So it is a great boon to be a ‘mature’ or ‘returning’ student.
And the professors love you because not only do you come to class fully clad, you don’t put your feet up on the desk in front and eat during class. And we had learned grammar. I loved the research and writing papers.
Yes, I took a long time to graduate – actually 14 years, enjoying every minute. I was 67 when I got my BA in American Studies with a Native American minor. Maybe I’ll go back to school now I am 81, there is still so much to learn.