At 11:01 PM this evening, I turned in my final assignment for my Advanced Project Management Class. I’m officially done. I haven’t been graded for the last two weeks, but through weeks 1-6 I managed to maintain a 100% in the class. Unless I really horked something up, I should be getting an A, keeping my resolution alive.
So, that’s it. 11 courses down. 1 to go. Then I will have my MBA, and I will be done with school. It’s so close that I could cry, but seems so far away that I think I just started to cry. *Sob* It still feels just out of reach.
(By the way, this is one of the best animated shorts EVER!)
You know, when I graduated from BYU with a degree in being poor Music Dance Theatre, I didn’t understand what all the hoopla was about. Why was everyone crying and hugging and getting expensive presents from family members. I mean, what was the big deal? It was just college. I suppose I didn’t realize at the time that my feelings were because I had just spent five years playing. I didn’t have to exert myself (mentally, at least) to be an MDT major. I just had to show up to class…and I had a hard time doing that. Getting a degree in MDT didn’t feel like any kind of accomplishment at all. (Plus, I didn’t get a big, expensive graduation present like a lot of my friends, so I was bitter about that.)
This time, though, I will celebrate when I graduate. I won’t be flying to Dallas, or Minneapolis, or wherever they’re holding my commencement because, by that time, I will have had to start paying off my accumulated $70,000 in student loan debt *shudder*, and a thousand dollars for a flight, car rental, hotel, and food to walk across the stage without my family even being there just doesn’t seem like a good use of money. Plus I will have used all my vacation for the year by then. (Coming to Utah for 9 days–June 26th through July 5). But the instant I turn in my final paper, I’m going to celebrate. Don’t know how, but I will.
I can’t wait.
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