| I'm 40 days from my Master's degree, and my best college friend and roommate gave birth to her first child today...
This growing up business feels weird. It's good though. It's warm and fuzzy and cozy feeling, but also... it feels like a free fall, and it feels lonely sometimes. Like right now, I wish I were closer to home, so my mom could help me with the job search, and so I could help her with the house hunt for grandparents, and so I could drive up and be with my bestest and her bebe.
But so it is...
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| Well, it looks like I just might graduate after all! 
That's right, I PASSED COMPS!!! Wahoo!
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| School still sucks. There are no expletives to describe it. And in case you (Katie Freakin P) were wondering, we DID all fail Tuesday's midterm, and this past SATURDAY we all retook it for an 80%. Mind you, 85% is passing, so I guess we're re-writing the syllabus too. And Thursday's? I squeaked by. Actually, I passed and did really well. Weird, how every time I think I did well on those tests, I fail miserably, and how when I am 100% sure I have failed miserably, I've done well.
Oh well, tests have been taken, we will (surely) not all fail the semester, the group project is complete and ready to present, and we leave for Boston in a day and a half and then for home on Sunday.
I suppose I'll have job interviews and leave my resume with people in Boston, so I should probably stop griping about school things in a public blog. Ha!
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| I'm sick of school. Literally. I'm lying on the couch, nauseous at the thought of getting up and going to George Hall to do work for an entire group that won't participate. By do work, I mean, ask stupid questions and get my head bit off because no one else in the group will take ownership. Awesome.
I'm also fully prepared to be eaten whole, as a class, tonight because I'm sure we all failed Thursday's midterm, along with last Tuesday's which made me so angry that I went home and straight to bed. So I'm looking forward to another night like that. Except we will actually be chewed out and such. Again...Awesome.
In 204 days and some-odd hours, I will be wearing a cap and gown a third and final time, then I will be forever through (THEW!) with this place.
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