I guess I have been sort of abstractly talking about "school" on this blog now for a few months.
Many of you weren't around these parts during the drama of the application/decision process.
In the simplest way possible, this is what I'll be doing for the next two years:
I am studying for my Masters in Social Work (MSW)
I will be a full-time student
Two days a week I will have class
Two days a week I will work at a job relative to what I am studying (Fieldwork)
Fieldwork = glorified internship.
I will have two fieldwork placements (One each year of school).
My first field placement is in an adoption agency.. I am really excited to start!
For the last week I have been attending orientations & seminars.
Tomorrow is the first day of actual classes!
Last summer I was lucky enough to meet Tara (pronounced Tar-Uh).
(homegirl got engaged this past weekend!)
is good friends with my girl, Sarah's , husband (was that confusing?!)
We met last year during all of Sarah & Andrew's wedding festivities.
We were fast friends & learned we would both be applying to the same grad programs at the same time.
Now we are IN the SAME program.
Hello built in friend!
We scheduled all of our classes together so I am not awkward girl in the corner (YAY!)
Although classes haven't officially started, I think it's really starting to sink in what's happening.
Getting an MSW was my dream/goal all along.
Before John. Before Jack.
I happily put it on hold the past year... but a part of me wasn't sure if it was ever going to happen.
All of the teachers, advisors, & directors keep congratulating us on the accomplishment of
getting into graduate school and the social work program.
I'm not sure if I feel like I've earned congratulations.
Does that make sense?
I feel like I spent undergrad making more time for parties and hangovers than I did studying.
Yet, here I am.
Living out my dream... THE PLAN!
I'm outlining textbook chapters,
color-coding class schedules,
dropping Bubba off at the babysitter's,
and packing my Longchamp instead of my diaper bag.
We are adjusting to this "new life" and I cannot help but feel incredibly blissful.
Tired, but blissful.
Excuse me while I nerdily get two weeks ahead in my reading
so I can get wasty face at my sister's wedding :)