It makes me gag that it’s been three years since I graduated college.
Over the past three years, I have been working full-time on my Master’s degree in Community Counseling. I refrained from talking about school in depth here on the blog, because, in my experience, grad school sucks the fun and joy out of life.
Dramatic? Maybe. Maybe not.
When we moved to Richmond for Cory’s job, the prospect of a 4 hour (round-trip) commute for the last year of grad school dampened my
already sopping wet spirit. But you know what?
I did it.
The thing is, I can’t credit just myself. Without Cory, this wouldn’t be possible. He’s worked full time, listened to my meltdowns, and convinced me not to quit on more than one occasion.
My parents have let me stay with them after my night classes, fed me
too much, and stayed up late listening to me vent about school and life.
My in-laws have been some of my biggest cheerleaders since day one. My mother-in-law would send me weekly count-down texts during this last semester, which I appreciate more than she knows. They also feed my husband on Monday nights. It must be a parent thing
My friends have motivated me, supported me, and cheered me on throughout this entire journey.
My professors from undergrad, with whom I still chat!, prepared me for this insane educational marathon.
So, really, we did it.
Yep, friends, I’m finally (finally, finally, FINALLY) Colleen Nichols, M.Ed.