I had my first written final exam of graduate school–and, I hope, my last–tonight. My knuckles are still sore, like I punched a wall. Also hope I won’t punch a wall when I find out my grade. Shouldn’t, though.
I hold myself to different standards than most of my classmates, it seems. Wish I’d done so as an undergrad. But even then I graduated with a 3.75. OK, yes, I’m a nerd.
Not a big enough nerd, it seems, to actually be upset if people slag me off on the ‘Net. See, this is the cool thing: I at least have a bit of a life when I walk away from this computer. A few friends who actually like me for me. That always helps.
Tomorrow I am off to see the reunion of a band I totally love, Boss Hog, at the Bowery Ballroom in NYC. Because I’m just rock’n'roll like that. Not as rock’n'roll as Cristina Martinez, but I can dream.
I officially have one semester left on my master’s. God knows what I’ll do after that. But I haven’t been able to sustain a freakout for more than a day. Good feelings, somewhere deep inside, are carrying me through. That and self-confidence.
It’s been a long time coming.
So, my dears, the holidays are coming up and I’ll be attempting to spend some more time with said friends and family. I’ll still be around, and sans schoolwork will probably be blogging aplenty, here, as well as at Newsarama, Bust and Alterdestiny. And don’t forget Global Comment.
No wonder I need a break.
Congrats!! I know that’s a feeling of major relief.