I have no regrets going back to school for my MSW, but I must say that this second semester seems to be much more manageable than last, when everything I had to learn about being a 21st century graduate student was overwhelming. In the end, I did well last semester but the anxiety was very difficult.
At fieldwork in a NYC high school for struggling students, a guidance counselor told me last week that I was the only grownup in the group of social workers and students working there, My off-site social work supervisor agreed. I can see that having raised a kid to age 22 has given me a lot of perspective that many of the 20-something students (and some of the MSW-level social workers!) just don’t have.