The Brightest and Most Glorious Light at the End of the World's Longest Tunnel

Guess what, loves? It's official! I will graduate next spring!

Cheers to me!

I met with my grad advisor yesterday and since I used to be an advisor (a million years ago in another life) you know I was prepared with my transcript and requirements and questions, and questions to double check those questions.

And?

I'm all set.

As in, dassit! Two classes in the fall, and a hellacious portfolio/thesis/Defense of Everything next spring and then this girl is done with homework forever and ever, amen.

Want to know the funny thing? Even though I have a year left - and it's not going to be an easy year - part of me feels done already. I think that's because I have my teaching style figured out, and I know the professors for my remaining classes, and I know the writing and grading styles of the committee who will oversee my graduate defense, and I'm all settled into the consultant job. I'm even settling in to being a boss again. (Take that either way you want: a boss as in, I supervise others, or a boss as in, I'm an amazing individual.)

The only new thing waiting for me is to be done with one major component of my life - school! Then I can fill in that gap (hopefully) with free lance work.

I'm also excited because this is my last semester of a crazy long night course. Some of my days go from about 7 a.m. until 8 p.m. and after about three more weeks, those days are over. That's a major load off, literally, because I won't have to schlep all of my books and my laptop and all of my meals with me for entire days at a time.

Now, don't get me wrong. My days of whining and complaining and venting about homework and papers and writing and reading and revising are nowhere near over, loves. We have a whole 'nother year of that.

So, drink up.