I cannot believe it. This teaching weekend is the beginning of the end.
In a mere 9 monthes. I will be Mastered. Fin. Done with school.
It's such a werid thought. I know I'm a year behind the rest of my classmates...but I feel like everything has worked out the way it should. I only have one class yet, then next semester I'll just be writing.
And writing. And writing.
I'm in the midst of a research course. The last stop till the thesis.
Holy crap. The thesis.
Shit just got real.
