I turned in my last assignment for my last class for my MA program last week. Since then, I've been (obsessively) checking the online gradebook.
As stated in a
previous post, I began grad school 2 years ago, in August 2006. At the time, I thought it would be cool to: A - finish the program, and B - keep a perfect GPA. I did well in high school and I did well with my undergrad. But I wasn't perfect. I got a few B's and a C here and there (doggone Geology class, anyway!) but overall, I did well.
For some reason, I decided to give myself this crazy goal of successfully completing my MA program with a 4.0 I don't know why. I just thought it would be a good goal to reach for.
I just checked my grades for that final project.
I can’t believe I’m done. I can’t believe 2 years of late nights and almost no weekends is actually, finally, successfully completed. Not just over, but successfully completed. At first I thought having a goal of achieving a 4.0 for this program was a little bit of a stretch. Then I thought it was outright crazy. Then I thought it was do-able, then I thought it didn’t *really* matter, as long as I finished. Then I thought I would cry if I didn’t do it.
Then I cried when I did.
I'm still in absorbing mode. I'll reflect later!
