Week Twenty: May 13 - May 19
Master.
Today marks a very auspicious occasion for me. After three long (sometimes excruciatingly so) years, after toils, tears, and a few tantrums, I have finished my graduate degrees. Today I am a master.
Forgive the cliche, but I honestly thought sometimes that this day might never come. Especially here in the last semester, it was a real slog just to get through some days. But those six little letters after my name (and a brand new name it is!) are so worth the effort.
Would I do it again? God no. Not knowing what I know now, anyway. Graduate school is the WORST. Would I do it again if I could magically erase the memory of how hard it was and start fresh? You betcha. If you’ll allow me the metaphor, I think grad school is a lot like labor (I’m guessing). The day of horrible pain is wiped clean from your memory once the baby has arrived. Granted, my baby is two pieces of paper and the labor lasted almost 1,000 days, but I digress.
I’m ready for one job instead of three, for homework-free weekends and guilt-free napping. I’m ready to jump into the next project, for today I am a master.
I don’t know exactly what the next steps will be. Hell, I don’t even know what my next address will be. But I know what the envelope will say: Lauren Cardick, MPH, MSW.