I'm preparing myself for increased caffeine, reduced sleep, & non-existent social life.
While sorting reports I've written for various classes, deciding which ones I need to keep for future reference and which are worthless, I realized I hadn't looked at my GPA in...oh...a few semesters. I stopped all the fun (for real, I love organizing & I drool over new office/school supplies) to read that handy dandy piece of paper.
|That's what a 4.0 GPA looks like, folks.|
I'm a wee bit proud of myself. That number right there shows that I'm not the stupid person abusive people in my past have tried to drill into my head that I am, I'm a very hard worker, I'm able to do more than I give myself credit for, & gosh darn it, people like me.
Okay, that number doesn't represent the last part of that statement, but I was beginning to sound too Stuart Smalley for my own comfort.
This going to school, taking textbooks with me so that I can study during breaks at kids' sports & school activities, foregoing sleep so that I can talk to & be with my kids when they need me to be, missing people I used to regularly see, & only seeing hubby late at night...I'm not spreading myself too thin or having to decide between being a great student or a great parent/spouse. I'm doing both. Just look at my thriving family--the hubs & the kids--who are my biggest supporters and congratulated me on my hard work.
I couldn't have done it without their support, love, & faith in me.