So I graduated from college. At age 34. You can't say I'm not tenacious or give up on lost causes. Granted, sometimes I don't feel that way, but looking back on my history, I can't argue with these things.
In 2012 I went back to college. I only have about 30 hours left and all of it for the most part was senior level classes. After being out of any schooling like that for over 10 years, it was difficult to jump right back in. And work. And do family things. And my other 500234230 things I do.
But I did it.
Honestly, the classes were the easy part. Fighting my grandfathered in rules, financial aid rules that didn't mesh with someone like me coming back after being gone, and a million other pit falls I navigated due to what happened "before" versus "now" it was just exhausting. Oh and I took some REALLY annoying classes that I couldn't be bothered with taking the first time I was in school. So yeah, it has not been a blast.
I don't feel particularly proud, I just feel like I've righted something I didn't finish earlier. Its done. Good for me. I decided to walk the stage so I could say I did it, but naturally I wasn't going to dress to the 9s like the 20 somethings that were strutting their stuff. I also warned people I would be reading on my phone.
And I did.
Here's some pictures of that awesome time:
But the important thing to know is that my parents (naturally) came to see me off and even gave me a graduation check. Husband shockingly encouraged me to be (more) irresponsible and use the money on a round pen since he knew I was wanting to work Arthur more and needed to be riding him.
Hurr it is: