Up to this point, I have been hesitant to say, "I'm graduating in December," without an "I hope" attached. I'm a ridiculously logical person thanks to my crazy Aspie brain, and I see all the variables-including the negative ones. I see that a lot could go wrong. Even in June, there were too many obstacles and I didn't want to give anyone false hope, even me. This summer's work loomed in front of me and I didn't see how I'd get to August without having a nervous breakdown.
But here we are, August 5th. I have reached the other side. It appears I passed my classes with flying colors. Even having to change my diet didn't slow me down all that much, and even while I was becoming friendly with potatoes and corn tortillas like I never had before, I was inching up that hill.
From now on, I am dropping the "I hope" from "I'm graduating." There's only three classes now between me and December 10th, and after this summer, fall semester can't possibly be that bad of an experience.
I gotta say, it doesn't feel quite real yet to me. I've spent 7 years trying to get to this point, and now I'm standing on the brink and I can't quite believe I've actually managed to pull this off...and do it in a year. That makes it even more surprising.
I'm going home at Christmas with a diploma and an M.L.S. after my name. Take that, rotten relatives.
Ta,
Bec
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