I graduated last week. It is so wonderful to be done with my masters. It was hard. Working 50-60 hours each week and finishing my degree in 5 semesters was a difficulty task. Can’t believe I graduated with a 3.85, but I loved what I studied. It was easy for me.
When I finished my last final, I lingered outside the classroom door. Once I walked out of the building, my education would be complete. I didn’t want to say goodbye to my professors and fellow students. I loved my experience.
In undergrad, I barely went to class. It was a struggle to complete homework. It took me 5 years to get my undergraduate degree and it was touch and go. This second experience with higher education was completely different. I looked forward to seeing my professors. I sat at the front of the room and debated topics. I used my education back at work and visa versa. It was an opportunity I was excited to have.
Through the last 2.5 years, I have changed. I saw the start and the end to a wonderful relationship. I made and ended some friendships. I found my opinion and voice on many different topics ranging from religion to politics. I went into graduate school unsure of my career path, unfulfilled, and lost in an unhealthy thought pattern. 2.5 years later, I feel confident about my future and capable of any challenge. Sometimes, I am overwhelmed with how far I still have to go.
Hard to believe what I accomplished in 2.5 years.