News:

I AM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL.

Friends... acquaintances... strangers who read my blog (like the ones in Beverly Hills-- why do so many people in Beverly Hills read my blog?? Delurk, Beverly Hills, delurk!)... random Googlers who find themselves here inexplicably and with great dismay: this is a big deal.

It means: I am done with school forever!




... Until I decide I want my Masters in English. Or a degree in Family Counseling. Or to be Nationally Board Certified.

Also, until I start inservice at my teaching job on Monday. Because then, obviously, I will be back in school.

But still: the hellish days of research papers and online discussion forums and ripping-my-hair-out-because-I-forgot-another-assignment are OVER!!! I have a Masters degree! I do, I do!




... At least, I will, once I officially pass my classes and get the fancy bit of paper in the mail.

What is the point of qualifiers?? I scorn qualifiers. I spit upon qualifiers. I AM DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL AND I HAVE A MASTERS DEGREE.

AND THAT IS MY NEWS.

This afternoon, I celebrated with some shopping. I bought tights and a skirt and a sweater: very practical teacher back-to-school clothes (which could also be confused as done-with-school clothes). I also tried on a romper. All summer long I have wanted a romper. I found a great romper, on sale, in my size, and the short parts were even teal. I love teal. I once convinced my high-school graduating class to order our graduation announcements in teal, which everyone later hated, but by then they had forgotten I was the one to convince them, and I felt secretly overjoyed and wicked. But I did not buy the romper, because it was impractical for school.

But it's pajama time now, and what I really wish I had is a romper.

And so even though I am done with grad school and have a fancy advanced degree, I am weeping uncontrollably in a heap under my covers for want of a romper.

Not really.

I'm still super pumped. :)