A Day in the Life of a Master(s) of Education

I just wanted to share a few photos of the graduation trip: Until next post....laters

It's almost been a year since I left the place I've come to call home for the unknown. That unknown being life abroad and graduate school. Making the decision was hard, in fact when I first began the path of graduate school I was single, unsure of any potential for growth or diversity in my job and had started to feel like I had outgrown my life. No longer was I the young 20something, new to the city, exploring and discovering myself. In fact I felt the opposite. I felt like I had been there...done that...time to move on. I don't always think that everything happens for a reason, but I do believe that our path is winding and we don't always clearly see what's ahead of us. Anyway back to the reflective bit. I was in a place where I needed a change (or so I thought) and thus decided to apply for grad school. Fun fact: I looked for schools here and abroad. I also explored taking the GREs again or doing a short course to see if I could even handle being in school aga...

What a week! In the last 7 days I have finished and submitted my dissertation (whew), attended Dragon Con, celebrated J's 30th birthday, saw lots of friends, made some new ones, saw Peter Capaldi and Pearl Mackie (swoon), danced until my feet hurt, listened to the Georgia Philharmonic play nerd tunes, finished a cosplay, handed out free snacks, stayed up for hours and made life long memories. This has been a week for the history books. Until next post... laters

Last night I had a dream. In this dream, I was making out with someone...and it wasn't J. I woke up in a panic and really sad. Normally when I have a weird dream, I tell him, or my brother or my best friends, Normally all I had to do to share this experience was roll over or send a text message. If I'm really feeling out of sorts, a phone call. I've been in grad school and the UK for just about six months now. As evidenced by my subconscious mind, I miss home. I have been independent since the moment I left the womb (a trait my mother finds ever so worrisome) and was taken aback by the feeling of homesickness. I took some self-reflection to reconcile with myself the feelings I experienced. For the first time, I have a sense of true belonging. It goes like this, when I left for college it was an opportunity to grow into myself. I was stepping out of the shadow of an amazing older brother who excelled at just about everything, away from the close-knit family, extended famil...

So I've been looking at my friend's blogs and having a bit of blog envy. Then I remember to tell myself who my audience is.....mostly me. This is a digital diary of sorts to help reflect and remember things that I at the point at least found important to remember. I have been in grad school now for a semester. Literally 1/3 of the way through this degree and thousands more into debt. It's been a roller coaster ride, even now I'm not sure that I should have done this. I'm glad that I have and am sure I won't regret this decision but in a recent talk with my mother, I had a moment where I felt that everything I do, that any of us do is fleeting. None of it is forever. This made me reconsider the decisions I've made, it's hard trying to plan for a future with a feeling that it won't actually matter what you do or what decision you make. On the other hand, there's the feeling that you can't just float through life without DOING something. Tha...

Hello out there blogshere, It's been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said you loved me....okay I know that those are not the actual lyrics to the classic Bare Naked Ladies song "One Week" but I have been watching a lot of Big Bang Theory as of late so they as well as Star Trek references are stuck in my head. Also holy run-on sentence Batman! I can't promise you that I'll stop these references but I can promise you that they will become infrequent at some point. Nonetheless on to the matter at hand...I've been in England for over a week now, thus time for some observations of note: Some English people speak like they have marbles in their mouths and I have to have them repeat things several times and slow down before I even start to understand them I think I have made friends but also am not sure because I don't ever make plans with my "friends" I make an effort to leave my room everyday, even if it...

So now that you are all caught up on what has been happening in the last 2.5 years behind the scenes time to catch up on the last 72hrs. I got on a plane from Atlanta with a direct flight to London Heathrow. This came after spending the afternoon with the boy and watching his band play in one of the biggest shows they have ever had. It served as a good last memory. The flight was relatively unmemorable, food was okay and I only got air sickness once (though the mix of alcohol, turkey leg, corn dog & chicken with a spicy red sauce may have been the true culprit). After landing, quickly retrieving my bags (only packed 2, very proud of that) and making it through customs without a hitch I caught my bus to Leicester City. One 2 hour bus ride and 10 minute taxi ride later and I checked into my dorm. Since I am an international grad student they have to offer me campus housing. I didn't get my first preference which would have been a full apartment but I did receive my second. I ...

Well ello out there blogger world! Is there anyone out there? Alas time for an update as there have been many changes on my front. There has been so many that bullet points seem the best, so here we go: made the decision to go to grad school started looking for a program that interested me decided that Education was it decided did not want to teach in a classroom found a program that fit possible career goals applied for that program  didn't get in went back to the drawing board found out about programs in the UK applied for programs got it (happy dance) got new title & role at job (happy dance) enjoying new position at work gnawing feeling about grad school defer grad school gnawing feeling grows talk to boy about school make the decision to go to grad school accept position at grad school quit job (cry a lot) leave family & friends stateside (cry more) start school in UK (cry again) All caught up? I barely am so if you aren't that...