Today..Was the last day of my masters program.

Today was the last day of class for me... I mean the very last day of my masters program. I gave a presentation an oral testimony and sat through my last class. I sat for the last time in a classroom with my peers of fellow social workers in my masters program and I felt almost disconnected.

For the last 10 years I have dreamed of this day. I have with diligence and tenacity trudged through semester after semester, course after course. School and its flow was my life. What that means is I know that I registered for classes, I took classes, I passed classes, I marked off the semesters as they passed and waited to obtain the degrees.

My first goal was a Bachelors degree and I did that in 2009 and then it was a Masters degree and today I obtained that goal. I co-wrote a thesis, I did the course work, I made it through and now I am on the other side and I have to redefined me.

I am no longer a student.
I am a____________???
I am not a professional? Am I?
I mean at 32 I have finally arrived at this goal that has been a life long journey.

I want to be excited.. I want to be rejoicing, I want to feel accomplished.. I guess I do..
BUT
NOW I just go to work? That seems so anti climatic...

I have a job I never thought I would NOT have a job. I guess its more like I am beginning a career.. But then I never thought that I would not be able to do that either.

I guess the biggest thing is I have that personal accomplishment.

Well graduation commencement is in 5 days and maybe it will sink in and my happy dance will jump out.
Humf!