Last night, I went to "Grad School Orientation". Yup, the rumors are true: I'm a student again. As I walked off the elevator and straight into a line to get my Student ID card, it really started to hit me. I'm a student.
It's not like I didn't know this was coming. Eight months ago I began the process of applying to grad school to pursue my Masters in Marriage & Family Therapy (MFT). It was a grueling process of studying for the GRE (barf), seeking out references, writing an admissions essay, and then having an interview via Skype. All that, leading up to a single defining moment in my life when I open an email to see the word I'd been crossing my fingers for: Accepted.
That sealed the deal. I became a Grad Student right then and there. But, it wasn't until last night, as I fumbled with the orientation packet in my hands while I waited in line, that I actually felt the magnitude of what I was getting myself into.
I took a seat in a big room filled with dozens of other students, all pursuing post-graduate degrees, but not necessarily the same as mine. I had flashbacks of my early days as a new Freshman, sizing up these strangers and trying to spot a friendly face among them. Sure enough, a kind girl that I had stood next to in line for ID cards had already saved me a seat. Insta-friend. Nice.
|Got my smarty specs on.|
We sat through about an hour of some important-guy-in-a-bow-tie drone on about the history of the school, the campus, and various other facts that I'm sure most of us have already forgotten. (The nerd-for-higher-education in me actually found most of it fascinating, though even I was rubbing my eyes near the end of his lengthy presentation.)
When all was said and done, I had become a member of a new family. A new class, eager to learn and ready to be challenged. While most of us seemed nervous and excited, I looked across the room and saw a strange village of people, united by determination if nothing else. We were all there because we wanted the same thing, essentially: to better ourselves in order to create a difference.
Yep. This is right where I'm suppose to be.
Time to hit the books.
*Next week I'll be sharing all about why I decided to go back to school!