I did it. I finished. [Did you hear that?] I ACTUALLY FINISHED MY BACHELOR'S DEGREE. Okay, well presuming I got a passing grade on the 30 page capstone paper I just turned in....
I know people graduate every semester, blah, blah, blah. But, this is different. Seriously.
May 2000. Graduate High School.
August 2000. Head to Northern with my bestest friend and bite off more than I can chew as a Pre-Med student.
August 2001. Head back to Northern with l0ve-glazed eyeballs and wedding bells around every corner (Ben proposed). Decide I just want to be a wife and switch to an English major and lose most of my first year's worth of credits.
January 2002. Reality sets in, Ben's in school, someone has to work, I take the semester off to plan our June wedding and work full time [BIG Mistake].
..............want nothing but Ben for a whole year.......................
August 2003. Realize I now have to work full-time and am going to have to finish school at night, taking two classes at a time....oh, and now I can't be an English major because they only offer Business classes at night [Totally Bummed]. I head to Davenport University.
August 2006. I'm forced to take a year off because we bought our own business [BIG Mistake #2]
August 2007. Head back to Davenport and formulate a death plan to finish by August 2008. The plan includes 4 classes per semester non-stop, all the way through...(Mind you, I'm working full time!)
August 2008. I should be done, but got screwed over by an inept counselor and am forced to go one more semester.
December 2008. My life is crazy, my job got inanely stressful out of nowhere, we're adopting a baby, it's Christmas, and I have a freaking 30 page capstone research paper to turn in that wasn't even started as of Sunday. Really.
And just like that I'm done. I can't believe it. I never thought I would see the day. I should run around the house jumping, yell through the neighborhood "I'M FINISHED!!!!," or at the very least have celebratory sex with Ben. But alas, I am too tired. The weeks of crazy have caught up with me and every muscle in my body aches from sitting in the same position on the couch for 12 hours straight working on a duller than dirt paper.
So, here's the extent of my celebration...YAH.
I get 4 wonderful school-related stress free months of bliss...[Hint, hint: perfect time for a baby...] and then it all starts again. Hopefully, I'll have completed my Master's and Doctorate in the next 8 years...Then my average won't be so bad!