The end of the journey is in sight–or at least the third leg of it.
Finally got in under the wire to file for graduation in May. Braved the cold this morning to run around campus flinging forms, money and hellos to ensure a spot in the capped and gowned lines. Whether I’ll actually attend the graduation ceremoney (whoops–Freudian slip here; it’s the Republican in me) is still up in the air; I’d feel as if I were cheating, knowing I still had to take one last required course in the summer session, but Jim is sort of pushing me to go through with the pomp and circumstance scene. And my sister is threatening to bring the whole crew to watch. Only wish my mom and dad could be there.