I am in the last course of my Master’s program. And I am in countdown mode. Four weeks and three days left.
Of course, those four weeks and three days might kill me.
For my last assignment –– if one ignores my thesis, which I do every chance I get –– I have had to create two websites, one for my academic portfolio and one for my professional portfolio. I have cried over these websites. I have laughed over these websites. The laughter may have been tinged with hysteria, but anyone who can ignore a thesis can ignore mania just as well.
But last night, I thought I would finally share my progress with my loving and oh-so-supportive family.
Then Younger glanced at the computer screen and said, with a shrug, “Looks like what we had to build for a class.”
Well, that’s just lovely. I mean, really, it is.
Nineteen months and thousands and thousands of dollars later, and I’m on par with my seventh grader.
Boy, am I laughing now.