...and I am officially a BSW! It took six years, a fair amount of stress, and an insane amount of flashcards, but I did it.
I am a college graduate.
Alright, so I wanted a graduation cap glitter, but I couldn't find one. When I googled "graduation cap glitter," all I got were advertisements for jewelry. Speaking of which, you have no idea how glad I am that I ordered a college ring. I've been gazing at it all day, in awe that this was finally happening.
I did not go to commencement. By my own request, I went to work instead. I got there at 7:00 this morning, and left at 7:30 this evening. Was I scheduled for 12 1/2 hours? No. I pretty much refused to leave, since it was my last day. Was it worth it? Totally. Maybe it's because I decided six years ago that I wouldn't be attending my college graduation ceremony, but I really don't feel like I missed out on anything. I'm just as close to my coworkers as to my classmates, if not closer.
I have to admit, though, I was watching the clock this morning. Not because I wanted to go home, but because my graduation was scheduled to end at 11 o'clock this morning. "30 minutes and I'm a BSW...15 minutes and I'm a BSW...10 minutes...5 minutes...I'm a social worker! Woot!" Okay, I'm not a *licensed* social worker (that's at least three years away, according to the state of Illinois), but I *did* get a degree in social work. This morning. At 11 o'clock.
So, at 7:30 this evening, I was trying my darndest not to cry in front of everyone I passed in the building I worked at until just a few hours ago. Didn't quite make it. I wasn't sobbing uncontrollably, but my eyes were quite watery. My goodness, I'm going to miss that place.
And now, to bed. I have to catch up on the sleep I didn't get last night.
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