After 15 months of slogging through my Independent Study courses, I am finally a BYU graduate! No more guilt about not doing homework after a long day at work. No more anxiety about finishing my classes before applying to future jobs. No more taking time off of work to trek out to the sketchy part of DC to take my proctored tests. No more studying for classes that bear absolutely no relevance to my career. No more explaining to people why I don’t really have my degree. No more.
I’ve thought a lot about what I was supposed to learn during this period of my life. Aaron wisely told me that the goal of these classes is not to study enough to get the perfect grade, but to learn the economics of time better, to figure out how to get the B+ or A- and save some time and stress. The perfectionist in me definitely knows that’s true.
Perhaps I was also supposed to learn how to set strict deadlines for myself, to become more self-driven. Maybe those skills will help in my aspirations to be a freelance editor in the future.
Or maybe it was also an opportunity to remember that my timing isn’t always God’s timing. Even though it’s not always wonderful while you’re in the middle of it, it’ll work out just as it was meant to.
When I finally finished my last final 2 weeks ago, my coworkers threw me a little party in the office, complete with a graduation robe and hat! I was so touched by how thoughtful my friends all are, and my first thought was, This is where I’m supposed to be. If I had been offered the trade-off of finishing my degree right away or taking this editing job in DC, I know I would’ve taken the job.
Lastly, I’d like to give my college diploma acceptance speech. (Ahem).
I’m so grateful for my family and friends who shared in my frustrations and my successes throughout this whole experience, and who listened to me moan, “I just want to be done!” very sympathetically. I’m grateful for the nice proctor who worked with me in scheduling my tests at her location so I didn’t have to pay proctor fees. And lastly, I couldn’t have made it through without my wonderful husband who was my constant cheerleader when I was discouraged or frustrated. Or both.
A weight’s been lifted off my shoulders, and I’m so happy to finally be onto this next stage of post-college life!