Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A Word On Numbers

So, as you may know or may not know, I am an accounting major. Earlier this year I completed my undergraduate degree and have just this fall started the Masters of Accountancy program. I like to say Master of Accountancy. In fact when I graduate I want people to call my name followed by Master of Accountancy. No abbreviations, nope the whole stinkin' phrase. From that point on I'll be Art, Master of Accountancy or Mom, Master of Accountancy or Mrs. Wonderful, Master of Accountancy. I think I also need a t-shirt or a cape or both.

As you would imagine, it takes a supremely intelligent being to carry all of this amazing awesomeness. I'll agree. NOT. I do have my finer points, great hair, unbelievable cornbread,  a truly magnificent moonwalk, and mad navigational skills. Don't forget the wondrous mothering I have delivered daily to the three short people who share my living quarters. Despite all the overwhelming evidence to the contrary I have a sneaking suspicion I am an idiot.

If I have learned anything so far in graduate school it's that I know so very little. This semester has been very trying. I've considered quitting more than once and probably would have if it weren't for the fact that I still need some hours to meet the requirements to take the CPA exam. I won't lie, I've been questioning my choice of career. A lot. This grad school thing is tough.

I didn't start out a numbers girl. Long ago I dreamed of a degree in English Literature. I pictured my future as reclusive professor or author or something or another. All I know is I would have books everywhere, tortoise shell glasses (very important), my hair in a bun, and lots of sweaters. Oh yeah, I would read all the time. Then I would talk about it and write about it. Never once did it cross my mind to be an accountant. In fact, it never really did cross my mind.

Many years ago just as S.P. and I separated, I was trying to figure out just what I was going to do with my life now that my illustrious career as a doormat was coming to a premature end. Did suggested Accounting. She pointed out that I had always been good at math. I thought she was insane but I couldn't shake the thought. I was good at math. Not only that, I liked math. Plus, Accounting is a steady field with good salaries. The rest is history. I set about not looking for a replacement for S.P. to take care of me and the babies but making myself ready and able to care for us unassisted.

So here I am. Trying to finish the last two weeks of my first semester of a graduate program I still can't believe I am even a part of. The end of the semester brings with it projects and exams. The last week or so I've been laboring over a particularly trying tax return project. My partner and I just couldn't make the numbers reconcile and had combed over the thing trying to find the mistake. For days it remained elusive. That is until yesterday during class, the heaven's opened and the light of knowledge shone down on me. The answer came in a feverish flash, literally. When I ran the numbers and proved that I had indeed found the mistake, I was absolutely giddy with excitement. I felt like the most brilliant individual ever to walk the face of this planet.......for a second. You see my mistake was a basic accounting principle. Something I should know and know very well.

Do you think it's too late for the books and glasses?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You write so very, very well. I think that if you become an auditor you can spice up the management letters a bit.

That being said, I think that accountants can still sport buns, tortoise shell glasses and wear sweaters.

And if you are so awesome with directions, perhaps you should have spoken up in Asheville. You withheld!

You are marvelous, you know that, right? Look at you!