A long time ago, or so it feels, we lived in Provo, UT and attended BYU. In August 2003 I graduated with my Bachelor's Degree in NeuroPsychology ( I know, I know...it is the study of the effects of brain damage on behavior...whats that you say, "What do you do with that?", you do research mainly and in my case...nothing except change diapers and psychoanalyze your own parenting style and how it is adversely affecting the young and fragile brains of your children). So 1 month after losing my #2 baby and 6 years after starting college (having a two year old complicates the timeline a bit), I took my 2 year old daughter and my grad student husband and I put on the flat hat and big old robe (which I was grateful because at this point my classmates expected me to be prego and no one noticed that I was actually...not) and sat through a very long and very anticipitation filled grad ceremony. The whole time I was thinking, "this has taken me long enough-let me walk already!!!". At the time I thought that completing my college degree with a child was the hardest thing I had done in my whole life-hahahaha-I laugh at you 23 year old self! That being said, hiking up the bazzillion stairs by the RB (oh yeah--9 MONTHS PREGNANT)and then up the stairs to the 3rd floor of the Smith building (for you young un's-it's not there anymore but I used to eat chili fritos and vending machine sandwiches with extra packets of mayo for lunch there--you know, to prepare myself for the hike back down the bazzillion stairs) only to walk in to my horribly awful statistics class (which I had to take 3 times to pass-three times a charm- that is a story for another time!) taught by the teacher from Charlie Brown to have Mr. Wha wha wha ask ME, out-of-breath-gasping-for-air-trying-desparately-to-sustain-life-for-my-full-grown-baby-in-utero girl to pray. Have the spirit, say words, and breathe. You are right! Perfect candidate. Not so easy.
So there I was graduating-finally, a long fight. I was proud of myself. I had done it! And I never had to do it again-until three years later when I decided I wanted my Masters, however, this little reminiscing session may have me rethinking that whole idea.
A name called, tassle flipped, folder handed, short walk and wave across a stage. I had done it. And I had the piece of paper to prove it. A Diploma. Ahhh. That piece of paper meant the world.
That is until 6 months later I got another peice of paper quoting the price of that diploma.
That is the day I had a new paper on the horizon.
I have been staring at that peice of paper on my horizon for 7 years.
I have been working my buns off (with the help of hubby ;) )to snowball our debt to get that stinking thing paid off. But, my friends, I did it!
Today that piece of paper, that diploma that I hiked BYU campus daily for, that I worked sometimes 3 jobs in addition to my big one for.
I OWN IT!!!!!!!
(anyone know any good loan programs for Masters Students! ;) )