After 2 1/2 years, I am officially done with grad school! Cue silent happy dance because kids are napping (which spurs a second round of happy dance).
Tuesday night I submitted my final assignment of my final grad school class and it feels... anti-climatic. Why weren't here confetti cannons or at least a margarita or to celebrate the momentous occasion? Instead there was Drew, whose response was "sweet, now what are you going to do with all your time?" So I headed to Facebook where at least my cyber friends were all "woohoo" and "congrats" for me.
But seriously, what am I going to do? Clean my house? LOL. Spend more time with the kids without being a stressed out witch? Perhaps. Consider what degree I want to work towards next? Potentially. Lie, I've already thought about that... but Drew would kill be if I dove back into school again, so I think I'll take a year or two off from higher ed.
Now I'm just anxiously awaiting my final grade because I'll be damned if my 4.0 GPA gets destroyed by my last class. Seriously, an A- may ruin the entire grad school experience for me. I've managed to get straight A's in all my classes despite working full time, having 1 and then 2 kids, and the last year of epic sleep deprivation. Sorrynotsorry, I'm an overachiever.