Moments ago, I finished class #3 out of 4. Yesterday, I thought I was already done with one class as I finished up class #2, when suddenly, as I checked my assignments for that class, I saw two MORE assignments had magically manifested on the to do list. One of them was a 150 point paper. Grrr.....
So, after six hours straight of writing, I finished the other two classes yesterday. I was a bit fuzzy, actually I am a bit fuzzy much of the time now as I am asking quite a lot of my brain. I mean, I am working on neuroscience, policy, and psychotherapy a lot of the time, and let me tell you it is not light reading.
Later though, as I was cooking dinner I got a text from one of my collaborative paper group mates. To say the text was excited in tone was an understatement. There was even excitedly delivered profanity. It admonished me and our other group mate to look at our paper score.
The paper in question was a behemoth of an assignment, one that about broke us all, an analysis of the Medicare program from a strengths-based perspective. It had to be in a certain format, well-researched and argued, and just so. It just about drove us all out of our minds, so seeing a 195/200 on the assignment felt like a hug to my soul. Seeing the comment that our professor is going to use our paper as an example in her classes was nigh on unbelievable, as I can honestly say I had many a bad attitude moment regarding that assignment many times.
So, now I just have one class to go, and all I have to do in there is take a monster final. I am not too worried though as I get to have notes to reference, and it's all essay and I like to write, plus, I am riding on a wave of I am almost freaking done for the semester enthusiasm.
Returning to college as a medium aged person has been a trip. Starting that journey while still having high school aged kids at home was probably slightly insane, but I just felt led to do it and I did. It's been one of the hardest, most challenging, rewarding things I have ever done, and sitting here with only three semesters to go feels pretty dang good. Okay, six if you count my masters and clinical supervision, but you know.
I mean, what else do I have to do. Well, I mean I got this ranch to run, true, and still have my farm, yes, but mental health is my passion, I love that you can create new connections and grow your brain at any age, and I just dig the idea of helping guide people through that process from a holistic, helpful position rather than a pathological, allopathic one.
So, onward!
Okay, along with some snowshoeing and occasional adventures, because you know, it's me and stuff.
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Isn't it wonderful to have your genius recognised? I get that all the time:)
Way to go! I'm so glad all your long hard work paid off so well. Good luck on the last one!