surreal

Fellow SP's might be able to relate to the feeling I'm feeling.  Graduate school has definitely not been a party.  It's been probably the hardest thing I've ever attempted in my life thus far.  I can't even tell you the number of times I was this close  ----> | | to giving up.  I never thought I would make it this far.  To a certain extent I suppose there was some belief, but now that I am here I am in disbelief. 

It brings me back again to comment on the important of collaboration and support.  I developed very close friendships with my cohorts.  We were all each other had to cope with the demands of getting through our program.  When one of us would fall in tears (I never did see any guys cry so I suppose this only pertains to the women) and discouragement someone would be there to lift them up and remind them why we are doing this.  We are here going through this struggle because our passion is the children of our society and doing whatever we can to help them feel successful in their own lives.  These children are the future of the world. 

This is real.  I've finally made it to internship.  One more school year of struggle in an attempt to complete my degree and then...well then I will walk down that isle in my cap and gown with more pride than I can contain.  I'm sure my eyes will me wet and my heart full of joy.  And I never would have been able to do it without the support of my amazing friends/colleagues (and my husband).  For what it's worth I thank you all and cherish every moment we had.  You will forever have a piece of my heart.

"The ultimate test of a moral society is the kind of world that it leaves to its children.”-- Dietrich Bonhoeffer