At exactly 1:27 pm--a full 27 minutes after I could call, but didn't because I was afraid I'd get a busy signal--I called the graduate office. They told me the news: I PASSED MY GRADUATE EXAMS.
I very quietly celebrated since Jules is taking a nap, and Sydney gets riled up if I get riled up, so consider these exclamation points my party.
So, it's official. I have my Master of Science in Education with a Language Arts Emphasis. I feel like I ought to wax eloquently about it, but I think I've pretty much said all I need to say about it. Just for my own record, and because someday I may consider getting my PhD and I need to remind myself of all this work, here's a few milestones of the journey. (By the way, for the longest time I thought I started classes in 2000, but I hadn't. Hooray for it taking a year less than I thought,)
- Summer 2001: Begin graduate program. Take class in James Joyce, at which point I realize a whole literary world that I had previously been unaware of.
- Summer 2002: Continue classes. Two-thirds of the way finished.
- Summer 2003: Out of money. Take one class.
- Spring 2004: Take a class, and revel in being the only pregnant woman in class.
- Summer 2004: Have a baby. Take no classes.
- January 2005: Back in the saddle again. Take a Modern Irish Literature class and fall in love with the academic world again.
- March 2005: Feel a bit frantic about having to write a term paper as well as parent a 9-month old.
- January 2006: Take an online course: Internet for Educators class. Ho hum.
- Summer 2006: Take a Teaching Writing class, which made me wish for a brief moment I was teaching high school English again.
- Spring 2007: Take a linguistics class that was a wonderful way to end my course-work. The professor was amazing, the subject work fascinating, and though leaving newborn Jules with a friend was hard, it worked out. And when it didn't work, I took Jules to class with me and the professor held her while I worked on the assignments.
And after that class I thought I would be able to take comps, but between them not being offered and not wanting to take them the same term as Jason took his, they were post-poned until this fall.
Seven years and five months later, I finished--with a perfect 4.0--what I started.