Horizon hunting. That's what I'd like to call my recent life. Reaching out beyond the present, constantly pursuing a future of unknowns. There was one year of college hanging on for its dear life, to be followed by who knew what. But, as that year became nine months and five months and two months, I began to grasp what the next phase might resemble.
There's something absolutely liberating about graduating with your bachelor's degree. You can check off the last milestone on the "to-do" list your parents drafted for you during your pre-natal state. Finally, you are an individual with a little bit of alphabet soup attached to your grown-up name. Being single and unattached during this phase makes anything truly possible, allowing you to completely re-start your life wherever you can imagine. I mean, once you figure out how to postpone paying your loans.
The blessed irony of my situation is that I took all of that potential, all of those opportunities, all of those venues...and I moved back home and enrolled in grad school. I recently got a message from a friend, "Come to Jordan for the next two years! We need English teachers!" Wasn't that the sort of outlandishly awesome thing I was supposed to do after graduating from college? Grad school, seriously?
Since looking at school in one year terms has become my style, I'm amassing this degree into...anyone, anyone? One year. Since you can't do much of anything with a bachelor's degree except for casework, the Council on Social Work Education has shown us all great sympathy with a little something we call Advanced Standing. You are hurled full-speed into the middle of a two year program, skipping all of the first year courses and probably insulting and irritating standard track students. But, who can resist half-price/half-time? I obviously couldn't.
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