I finally received my grades for the semester.
I was all sorts of nervous because my proctor didn't follow my teacher's simple instructions of faxing the test and then mailing the hard copy to her. They just mailed it. My teacher and I have been waiting on the mail for the past eight days. And you know the mail...
Well, she received my test yesterday. I got my final grade. And I passed!
No more math for me! No more math! No more math! And yes! I'm singing and doing a happy dance.
So I'm just two classes short of getting my associates. Come December, I'll have a fancy-shmancy paper to hang up. And you know what? I'm going to hang it proudly. It's taken me nearly six years to get this far.
Yeah. Six years to get an associates. Kinda sad but if some people knew what exactly I've been doing for the past six years they'd understand. It's been a long, hard road to get this far. I worked full time, got married, supported Mav through undergrad, helped Mav apply and get accepted to med school, got pregnant, still worked, moved across the country, Mav started medical school, we had a baby and the baby is now 2 1/2. I've been going to school the whole time. Can I tell how big of a pain it is to do online classes and the whole proctoring thing from your home school in a different state? The biggest pain ever!
It's been a hard juggling act for the past six years, but I've done it. And I'm letting out a huge sigh of relief here...