I am done with my degree.
Done.
All done.
A few facts about the monster I’ve just slain:
I’ve sought five or six majors over the years, and ended up with the one I ranked most boring when I started. As you can imagine, this means I’m weighing in a little heavy on the credits count–in these last two semesters alone I finished 37 credits, all with strong grades.
After sixteen years of classes and attendance at three colleges or universities, (one of them twice) the numbers indicate I should have recieved aproximately–
One Bachelors Degree
One Masters Degree
Two Doctorate degrees
But hey, who’s counting? I like to keep things spruce and efficient. When I walk in August I’ll have one tidy BGS to my name, without even a minor.
I have learned a few things, though. Discovering the math conspiracy ranks high on the list, but how to write for six hours straight–long hand–would be up there, too. Discovering I can do quantificational logical proofs was pretty cool. Learning to juggle my flash cards while dicing veggies, soothing my daughter at the dentist, or driving myself to my exams is at least a $5.00 trick. I’ve found a love of history that not even professors can kill, and I got to take a really cool class devoted to the study of The Lord of the Rings.
But after all that schooling, I still can’t spell. Didn’t you see my multiple attempts to get finniiished! right?
amy
Alex Wilson
Suanne
Greg Finnegan
Suanne