At last. . .

I found out last night that I passed my final exam for my senior course (which I've been working on for forever, via Independent Study). I am officially DONE with school. I graduate at the end of the month. I can't put into words how good it feels to finally be done, to know that I actually followed through. And also to know that I'm now at least eligible for the many jobs that require a college degree, and that should I want to pursue a master's degree at some point, I'm done with the BA. That's awesome. My final exam score was not stellar, but having worked in test development for two years, I can tell you there were some major assessment issues with that test anyway. It never would have passed one of my reviews. So it couldn't be that great a measure of my knowledge, anyhow.

On a less exciting note, Chantrea has to have another test tomorrow for her vesicoureterel reflux. She has to have an IV in for 30 minutes, then wait two hours, then another 30 minutes with an IV. I HATE having medical procedures done on my child. I'd rather go through labor and delivery three times without the epidural. She always looks at me like "Why are you letting them do this to me?" Ugh.

The school where John is going to teach has offered me a job. We're still in negotiations but I asked for two or three full days a week. They said they could do three. That way, Chantrea and I will still have two mornings a week that are ours, and I'll have two afternoons a week when she's napping. But, I'll still get the social interaction from working and Chantrea will get to interact with other kids and learn Thai. Perfect! Now if we can just agree on a salary, all will be well.

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Zimm said…
That's awesome! I'm so excited for you guys.
6:56 PM
suprbacana said…
CONGRATULATIONS on finishing school! I am sure it will be a great blessing for your family. By the end of my last year at BYU I couldn't care less about much of anything...it's a miracle I finished. :-) I didn't get my minor (even though I finished all the classes) because I got a D in business finance. That class was so awful!! I could have retaken it but that would have meant another semester, which we didn't have money for. I had just lost my job (jerk boss) and we were itching to get the heck out of provo. So I took the option of dropping my whole minor just so I could get my BS. Oh well. I studied so much for that stupid class and still got a D --there was no way I was going to put myself through it all again.

Well, better go finish feeding Preston his grilled cheese. How old is Chantrea now? Preston turned 1 in Feb. (AAAH!!)

And We won't talk about which jeans I do and don't fit into at the moment. I need to haul my sorry post-baby bumcheeks to the gym again!!! ARRRGH!!!

Ariana
1:45 PM
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