Tonight is the first class of my final semester of my bachelor’s degree.
This has been a VERY long time in the making, longer than I had ever anticipated. Leaving high school, I thought I’d go to college, get my degree, and move on within a “normal” time frame of 4-5 years; little did I know that it would eventually take me 16 years and a change of major (not to mention a marriage, two kids, and the start of my career) before I’d actually get there. And to be honest, I have to get through THIS semester before I’m out; this last semester is the one where they throw THE CAPSTONE at you. The class that is the culmination of all that you’ve learned over the past few years, and that incorporates all of the core classes that you’re required to take. I’m a bit nervous about it (huge group work project and crazy hard tests), but I’m sure I’ll pass it and make it through.
My motivation for school has definitely gone dormant, though. I’m not excited about starting my class tonight, or the other class I’m taking on Wednesday nights – I think that I have hit my semester of Senioritis, and it will be a struggle to push through April and get this sucker done. This is normal, right? This need to forcefully put one foot in front of another and march through the work?
I’m very excited to be finishing, though. The idea of having my evenings back (not to mention the weekends spent studying or the downtime between meetings spent frantically typing out corrections on papers) is really the motivating factor in all of this. I just keep telling myself that in May, the work will be over and the degree will be on the wall, and that will be the “eyes on the prize” to keep me going.