I’m sitting here, staring a twenty year-old savings bond, given to me by my grandmother when I went off to high school. I think she’d find it fitting that I’m now using it to buy a computer to enable me to go back to high school… this time as a teacher.
Grandma valued education very highly. Whenever I’d ask what she wanted for Christmas, her birthday, mother’s day… her answer was always “good grades.” In college when I needed to take a summer class in order to graduate on time, it was grandma who paid for it. I swear if I ever get rich I’m creating some sort of scholarship in her name.
It’s a little weird, cashing it in. We were always told to save them for something important. For “a rainy day.” Well, with this fellowship program, it’s raining alright, and I need things to keep me swimming.
So thanks, grandma.
Silver Tides 