Round one of my weekend class is done and I can somewhat see light at the end of the tunnel.
I gotta say i feel so weird being in a classroom again, and with a different cohort than im used to...kinda. All of spring semester i had no actual lectures. So the last time i saw most of the people in this class was in December (save for the 2 that worked with me). Not to mention that an entire cohort (the co-hort i started with no less) has graduated, leaving only me and my homegirl behind. But this is our semester! By God's grace we shall not fail. We will survive Retention, we will pass our comprehensive exam with flying colors and we will walk proudly across that stage in August in our Master's regalia. Amen
Meanwhile, in the land of funny conversations with my parents. In a fit of frustration, i told my parents that i was chucking the deuces at graduate school and that i was going to be a pole dancer. What was my mother's response: Ok, well as long as you stay on the pole and out of the "back room" go for it! (o_0) Forreal Mom??? So i turned to my dad and said, you co-sign this? All he did was shrug his shoulders and went back to what he was doing. SMH. So i've let them know henceforth that any failures i experience is their fault for encouraging me to buss it wide open for a goon and that should i actually decide to take them up on this offer, they have no one to blame but themselves.
In other news, for those of you that of the praying variety, i ask that you send prayers and good vibes to one of my sorors who experienced serious complications in the birth of her baby girl last week. Mommy is ok but Baby Sophie is still in the hospital. Gracias in advance.