I wish I knew how many hours it took to get this piece of paper!
Mmm, no I don't. It's probably better not to know.
It was a lot of hours. And dollars. And late nights. And projects. And tests.
And late nights.
And late nights.
But more than that, it was a lot of great classes, memorable professors, (43!) wonderful roommates...
and many much-needed naps in Memorial Hall of the Wilkinson Student Center.
That paper came from four great years.
That paper came from four great years.
Now I'm happily working at THIS place:
I'm an event planner there, which I love.
It's a great company, and I'm so grateful to work there!
I work with seriously talented (and happy) people.
Everyone sincerely enjoys what they do and believes in what we're working toward.
Bonus: the job is close to these cute kids,
so I'm still loving living with family!
Every morning after breakfast Jaren questions me.
J: "Where are you going?"
M: "To work!"
J: "Again??"
Moral of the story: no more asking me if I want to go to grad school, deal?
I just don't. Not now. Maybe later. Maybe not.
And I need you to be ok with that. I'm definitely ok with that :)