In exactly three weeks I will be done.
Ceremony over, walked across that stage, waved to my family, and done.
I knew this semester would go by fast, but damn…
I have one more week of instruction, one week of nothing, and one week of finals. My heart is all a-flutter right now just thinking about how close I am.
I’m scared.
You could always get started on your master’s.
That’s a great way to postpone the real world another couple of years.
And then, a Ph. D!