This weekend marks the end of something that has consumed 68% of my life up to this point. I will sit through my very last formal education class. This is the second half of my final elective weekend negotiation class for my graduate degree. Grant it I still have some papers to write, but most likely I will never attend another class.
It has been strange. College always seemed like something you just did. I never gave any thought to the option of going or not. It was always just a matter of where. I still to this day have no real idea of why I chose OBU for my undergrad. Something just seemed to feel right. It was a decision that for a brief period of time I regretted. I went as far as being issued a student ID number at UA-Fayetteville before backing out of a transfer my sophomore year.
Grad school however was not such an obvious choice. I never considered it until toward the end of my JR year. I fell in love with international relations, and wanted to go do international law at George Washington University. I met a little country girl from south Arkansas that summer however who basically made me pick between her and Washington DC. It should be obvious by now what that decision was.
At that point though I had already made up my mind I wanted to go forward. I just didn’t know what to do. I looked at UA-F, Memphis, Texas, and finally at UALR. At UALR a program jumped out at me for no apparent reason. It was completely off the path that I intended to go. So in 2008 I enrolled in Applied Communications at UALR. After a couple of undergrad classes to get my requirements up to date I began officially in the program in 2009.
The program came at an important time in my life. Looking back on who I was when I entered is a stark contrast to where I am now. We have seen ups and downs, death and life, and it seems like everything in between. Through all of it though I made friends with some of the best people I have ever met.
I debated off and on about a PhD. Going back through the same list as before. I finally decided at least for now that the time and effort it takes has little benefit to me at this point in my life. So this is likely it. At least baby momma will be glad to not have me lock myself in my office for hours at night to write. I guess I’ll have to find a new excuse.
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