I went to the university this morning to buy my cap and gown on the first day of sale, barely 40 minutes after the bookstore opened. I got my 5’4″ gown (right in the middle of the 5’3″ – 5’5″ gown size), mortar board and white tassel for the College of Arts and Sciences.
Then it hit me on the drive back home.
I’m graduating. No… I’m GRADUATING!!
I couldn’t believe it, but my nose got a stinging feel, my eyes watered up, and my throat tightened just thinking about the end of my forever college journey finally coming to a pinnacle. Dang it, it’s happening again writing this.
I’ve got a few more pages of my archaeology paper to write and about 350 pages of book to study for the final exam before I can consider everything done. I need to get a “C” on the final unless I get an “A” or “B” on the paper, which shouldn’t be out of reach for a professional writing major, right? As for Spanish 2, I don’t even have to take the exam to pass the course and I can get an “A” for the semester with a 70% on the final exam.
T-minus: 11 days, 1 hour, 34 minutes
We’ve been receiving medical bills in the mail since March, and it’s been freaking us out. We assumed it was because my Vest got written off from last year, we had not met our deductible and everyone was cashing in all at once. Each had to be the first to get their money before we met our out-of-pocket limit. It was a logical conclusion, but not correct.
Things are looking way up from just 10 days ago nary two quarters to rub together in our business account after paying both our taxes and the estimated quarterly tax payment. It wasn’t going to be a fun month if I couldn’t bring in what I normally pay myself, but everything is running like a well-oiled machine now, and we are ahead of plans if everything arrives. “The check is in the mail,” they say.