Graduation Day

It’s with an eerie sense of detached wonder that I look upon this Saturday and my impending graduation. After a time, going to school becomes a regular part of your lifestyle that life without it seems…strange. One’s education is so important that we find ways to make it work. Over the past two years I’ve juggled work, moving, the birth of a child, and a host of other issues while attending graduate school. Failure, at that point, just isn’t an option. Now, with the end so close and walking across that stage this Saturday, there’s this impending feeling of relief of crossing the finishing line and a small sense of regret on closing this aspect of my life. Since I work in education I’ll never truly be divorced from the experience, but it is going to take some time to get used to. No more study groups, no more weekly papers, no more blocking Tuesdays out ad infinitum.

I suppose I could start my Doctorate? Ha!