it has finally happened. after two years of tortuous academic struggle, i've finished graduate school. during the run, i probably fell victim to a half dozen stress-induced anxiety attacks. shit's hard. undergrad is a cakewalk. even when i finished my classes, i had to take a five question, six-hour long comprehensive English exit exam. ridiculous. then i had to take a language competency exam in german, which i hadn't studied for something like four years. christ on a crutch. it seemed never-ending.
actually, i almost feel like i'm jinxing it because i have nothing tangible yet. i have to patiently wait for the piece of paper to arrive in the mail so that i can say, "see, i really did get my master's. this is a diploma."
oh, and please stop asking me if i'm going to teach. not happening.
either way, i'm not going to make any more money.