dawn having a friend in the office :)
dawn getting a storyline :)
dawn not putting up with people’s shit :)
dawn getting a...
People who don’t get that the point of S1 is that Rachel Menken is wayyyyyy out of Don Draper’s league
I mean :\\\
imagine if china, while they’re up on the moon, decides to knock down the US flag or whatever just to say ‘screw...
I’m having all kinds of feelings about finally graduating.
I tried college once when I was fresh out of high school, and due to a whole lot of factors — mental health issues, making all the wrong friends, difficulties transitioning from making As effortlessly in high school to having to work and feeling stupid in college, generally feeling like I didn’t belong, and some big family tragedies — I dropped out. I came home, worked for a while, fell in love, started a family, fell out of love and moved on. I got back into school when I was twenty-five, as a single mom with a full-time job already. I am very, very fortunate that my hometown has a university who accepted my dismal transfer grades, that the tuition was comparably low, and that financial aid to single parents is still something that actually covered this low tuition.
Since then, I’ve won awards for my coursework, worked with several professors as research assistant and teaching assistant, and generally taken full advantage of all that the school could offer me. I’ve been nominated for a fellowship by my school, invited to three honor societies, and will be awarded by two separate departments as an outstanding student for my work. I’ve been accepted to an MA/PhD program with full funding, beginning in the fall.
I have a lot to say about how my failures drove me to want to teach, to use my second chance to be there for students at risk of falling through the cracks the way I did that first time, but that’s for another post. Right now I’m still processing what it feels like to have spent years thinking I would never go back to school, much less graduate, and at my worst thinking I wasn’t worthy of success at all. And now I’m in a position to have a MA by thirty. It took me ten years to get here, but I did it, and I’m really proud of myself, but I have so many more complicated feelings about it, too.
Also: sitting outside because the weather is excellent. Thought there was a bug on me. Flailed so hard I accidentally kicked my shoe off the deck. WHY.
It just figures that my final paper in my final year as an undergrad is the only paper I’ve legitimately BSed my way through. I couldn’t motivate myself to write it, so I inserted all of my scholarly/writerly pet peeves into it, just for giggles. And somehow a professor I genuinely respect ends up reading it. *facepalm*