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Today I wave goodbye to twentysomethinghood. I'd love to say something profound about this--maybe talk about how 30 is no different from 29, or how it is, or some profound reflection on life in general, and aging, and life going on, and being married with a house while being sixty percent of the way to fifty, and really long, comma laced sentences, but there seems to be nothing much to say. I'm thirty. I'm married with a house. I have a Master's degree; I'm going to be an undergrad. Life is normal; life is weird. Life is.
ETA: I realize now that not everyone is privy to every detail of my life. I'm going to UMSL in the fall to pursue a teaching certificate. Since I have to get a Bachelor degree, I'm an undergrad. Luckily, I'm officially a senior.
ETA: I realize now that not everyone is privy to every detail of my life. I'm going to UMSL in the fall to pursue a teaching certificate. Since I have to get a Bachelor degree, I'm an undergrad. Luckily, I'm officially a senior.