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Graduation

Over the weekend I graduated with my Master’s degree. I never thought I’d ever get here so I’m pretty thrilled. I started my program in the fall of 2009 and then took a hiatus in the summer of 2010. I had wanted to return but family life was more of a priority at the time. Last summer, the university called me to tell me that if I wasn’t planning on continuing my degree, they would purge my file and I would have to reapply if I wanted to continue later. This would mean I would need to retake some classes. I had put so much time and effort into getting into the university that I didn’t know if I could do that again so I told them I’d continue now. The other thing was that I had wanted to continue a few years back but when I had looked at my program, I thought it had been discontinued. I told them my concern and they said it wasn’t discontinued. It was just under a different name.

At graduation, I learned that I was graduating with honors. I was surprised. I thought I had a B in one of my earlier classes in 2009, but it turns out, I didn’t. I had one A- but the rest were A’s. I know, this is such a small thing but it feels great for me because it was my goal to ace all my classes. In my undergraduate degree, I had so much going on that as hard as I tried to bring my grades up, it just wasn’t possible. So, I am very proud of myself that given the time and opportunity, I’m able to do exactly what I set out to accomplish.

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Below, I tried to mimic a photo taken in May 2009 when my husband graduated with his Doctorate. The little girl (who’s not so little anymore, but still is) is my youngest.

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Graduated Pre-K

It is hard for me to believe that Kylie just finished pre-k.  Husband and I attended her “graduation” ceremony and while sitting in the small seats and round tables eating our hotdogs, veggies, and fruits it hit me that she was really done and moving on to kindergarten this fall.

Husband left before Kylie and I because he had to go to work but I left quickly right after him because saying goodbye was hard and I wanted to make it quick and painless (for myself).  After I hugged the assistant teacher, tears started blurring my vision while I tried to rush things along by shoving Kylie to keep moving and agreeing to whatever the assistant was saying to me, but it was too late. I ended wiping my make-up smeared eyes while she went on and on about the difficulties of goodbyes.

I think I miss this whole experience more than my daughter.

Deep down, I realize that this is it.  This is my last child in preschool and I will never get to experience this part of the journey again.  It is moments like these that I wish time would just stand still a little longer so that I can soak it all in.