Or for late bloomers like me who finished up a military career, got a job, and paying my own way through college. It means a lot of very late nights, no weekends with the grandkids, and one very testy wife. (She says the light in the dinning room keeps her awake at night). Math isn't my forte, but I've got six more upper level math classes to go for that EE degree. I keep listening to that Miley Cyrus song "The Climb" and think to myself; Yep, that's me.
Good luck, wish you all the best, you may be proof that old dogs can learn new tricks!