Yesterday, the six-week long quest to become an associate broker in the state of Arizona became official. For about two hours I was a man without a country because in Arizona one needs to make their salesperson license inactive to activate the broker’s license. You can’t have both. But eventually the paperwork was done and my Phillip Nolanesque sojourn was complete.
What does it mean to have a broker’s license? For starters, if I was so inclined, I could hang out my own shingle tomorrow. Not that I’m going to do that. But it also means that, where your normal real estate salesperson takes their 90 hours of classes and then is done with testing, needing only 24 hours of continuing education every two years, I’ve just wrapped up a second 90 hours plus another nine spent in broker management clinics.
Then factor in that I plan on being a real estate licensing instructor. That requires another nine hours in broker management clinics, plus I need to audit each class I intend to teach twice before I stand in front of the hopeful faces.
Put this all together and, in addition to my regular real estate work, I’ve put in about 150 hours more into education than your normal real estate associate.
Throw in the number of folks I went to school with who have yet to pass their tests, and I’m feeling pretty good about myself. My biggest concern, honestly, was whether I still could learn and retain new information at this point in life. I can tell you the starting lineup for the 1977 Dodgers but can’t tell you what I ate for breakfast most days. SEO and the other fun things I do to keep this website relevant give me headaches.
This, however, proved that I just may be smarter than the average bear after all these years after all.