Are you serious?

Seriously.  It has been almost four months since my last post???

Wow.

College does indeed rule this mom.  I have been busy tackling my hardest class yet - Statistics in Psychology.  Bleh.  I had to get counseling from my professor half way through that class...seriously.

Thankfully, I finished...I passed (with a B!)...and I am one class closer to graduation.

Which leads me to my other exclamation of, "Are you serious?!"

Graduation.  How did it sneak up on me like this?

January 14th is the first day of my very last semester...the first day of my last class...the first day of my long awaited internship.  I am so close to graduation now...I can see it...taste it...almost grasp it...

And this is the moment in the race that I typically begin to fade...the moment when I can see the finish line ahead...so close...so almost there...and I choke.  My legs give out...my breath labors...my lungs collapse...the heart pounds...I trip.

I can see it.  Right there in front of me.  And I feel myself wanting to quit early...get a drink...hit the showers...have a cheeseburger (wait, what?).

The motivation to push ahead is not totally lost...just flagging...faltering...stumbling...distracted by the cheeseburger (huh...did I type that out loud?).

As if I am afraid to succeed.  (Seriously.  Who admits that?)

And, maybe I am.  (Wait...what's happening here?)

So here's what I think about that:  So. What.

Seriously...Suck it up, girl.  Buy the last textbook...print the last syllabi...take those last few quizzes, tests...write the last papers.  Do it.  It is time to get out from under this dictatorship.

College will not rule the rest of my life!

Oh.

Wait.

A Master's Degree.

Husband's Master's Degree.

Four kids to put through college...yo...

I'm doomed.

College will be ruling this mama for many years to come...

So...I guess I'll just get back to my book order...my tests and quizzes...the essays, papers, and bloody discussion boards...bleh...for sixteen more weeks.

And...when I finally get that online degree diploma in the mailbox on my garage door, I'll feel so...ummm...wait.  Online degree?  No cap and gown?  No handshake from a lesser college dean...no gift from the university like a cheap pen set or a golf towel?  What?!  What?!!

Strangely...I'm okay with that.

Seriously.