It's past 12:30 in the morning, I have class in less than nine hours, I've been frantically doing homework (and still have 15 chapters to read for tomorrow's class-ha!), and with graduation three weeks away I'm seriously worried about passing my classes. It's the most nerve-wracking time of the year.
Yet, here I am typing away with my dogs snoozing nearby on the couch and Enya on the iPod. It's taken me eleven years to get to this point. Eleven years of blood, sweat and tears--oh so many tears! Eleven years of good professors, bad professors, and professors who forever altered my way of thinking, making me a better person.
Eleven years of driving my family crazy, ignoring them, neglecting them, abusing them. Eleven years of leaning on friends to get me through one more semester.
In the past eleven years I've lost loved ones, moved out of my parents' home twice and moved back in twice, been promoted at work, traveled to new places and returned to old ones, been reunited with long-lost friends and heard oh-so-many stories from new people.
It's never easy to admit that it's taken me eleven years to complete my bachelor's degree. But looking back tonight ... it's been one heck of a ride and there's nothing I'd do over.
Well, pretty much nothing ;)