Well, the final grades of my final semester are in, and I have definitely passed all of my classes.
Yay!
I will be a Master. Not a Master of the Universe, but a Master of Arts. At least I won't have to battle Skeletor.
Somehow, I just don't think I will have the same sunny feelings for George Mason that I did for UWSP. While I wasn't happy to start off at Point, the old lady grew on me, and allowed me to do a lot of things that I would not have done if I were at a bigger school.
But, Mason was more...compulsory. There was less of a sense of community, I think because everyone already had a life before they enrolled in the program. In the classroom, it was great to have people coming in with all these different perspectives. But it did make it hard to build a community.
By the power of Greyskull, I think I am waxing poetic about something that just ended last week.
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Hey Jamie,
How are you? I just found your blog, looks like you haven't written in a while. Didi you and Michael move to portland??
Drop me a line and/or check out my blog.
Rachel Wilsey
I think its much easier for young people who do not yet have jobs to bond in the community of college. Those who return to college after working a while usually do so for the goal of getting/finishing a degree. They've already got a life and friends. Mostly they're putting in the required time to get their certificate.
Sounds pessimistic, I know, but that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
Nice to see you blogging again.
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