The Last First Day

Yesterday I had my first class of the semester, which means I attended my very  last first days of school* EVER.

It feels sorta like a big deal.

I have two classes this semester, I need to defend my capstone, and... that's it.  There is no long laundry list of things that need to happen or be squeezed into an already busy life.  After this semester, I am done.  I  graduate with a Master's in Public Health.  Hopefully with a 4.0 GPA. And I am as proud of this as I am of anything I have ever done. Truly.

 I know I am not done yet, so you will get another post like this in May, hopefully with a picture of me in a cap and gown, but as I approach the finish line of this life goal, I look back and am amazed that I have made it here.  To the final semester of a very challenging program, while working full time, being a wife and a mama, plus attempting to have some sort of a social life with friends and family.  42 credit hours, 14 classes in total.  A capstone project.  A 200 hour practicum.  It's been a challenge, and I am not sure I have always done the best keeping everything balanced, but yesterday as I walked to class I realized that this was it.  The last semester.  I am actually going to complete this huge thing I started four years ago. I am on the home stretch.

Yeah.  It's a big deal. And I am pretty excited about it.

*Unless I take another class someday, which is totally possible...but for dramatic effect, we will call it the LAST FIRST DAY EVER!