Ever felt like your hopes and dreams were dashed to smithereens? Well that is exactly how I felt on Friday when I learned that the previous weeks idea of being able to finish school and walk across the the stage next year, much earlier than I anticipated, went up in flames. Long story short my plans of taking simultaneous classes and transferring them back over needs deans approval. The dean and I are cool and have never had any issues but I so wanted to cuss that man out over the phone.
Another good point that my mom brought up is the amount of credits required to complete my degree is far greater then most other universities. When I enrolled a few years back I never really gave that any thought but you best believe that is all I have thought about this weekend. I'll admit I had a good little cry about it but I am back to figuring out how I can stick to the new found plan of finishing school by next year. At this rate I won't be done until the end of 2010. Can you visualize the look on my face right about now at the thought of being in school for damn near 6 years and I am not even talking about a pre-med program or graduate program. Just in tyring to get my bachelors. My goal is to finish by the time The Fashionista starts high school or starts having an interest in boys. I hope its not the the latter. *sob* I really don't want to have to make any little boys disappear but I will if I have to. *taps bat on palm*
I am even considering transferring to another school to get a little closer to my goal. Hell last week I even started having thoughts of getting a Masters Degree and that is huge because I always said that I didn't want to go that far.
On Friday all I could think about about was why I hadn't finished school when I had the chance right out of high school. My parents were footing the bill but my focus was solely on finally being out from under parents roof. Getting married and having children so young (wouldn't trade my babes for the world) and a million other scenarios. Amazing how the mind will look for every possible negative scenario to justify your feelings. Being a divorced working mom has given me an entirely different perspective, especially on my future. Had my little pity party for one which included stress eating of an entire bag of totilla chips, a bowl of 4 layered mexican dip, some Izze sparkling soda, a good Jada Pinkett in 'Set It Off' cry on the drive home from work and falling into a comatose sleep after getting settled in that evening. Well poo on that because I am GOING to finish next year.
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