I wrote a song
It goes like this. Ahem.
On the first day of Christmas, Sage College gave to meeeee...
A MOTHA FLIPPIN MASTER'S DEGREEEEEEEE!!!
COMMENCE REJOICING. PARTY UNDER THE CUT. :DDDDD
The story of my Graduate Program, told in gifs.
First I was all, "WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND GOT INTO PRIVATE GRAD SCHOOL?? RIGHT HERE."
Then I was all, "Hey this work isn't so bad, I love reading!"
Then I was all, "25 PAGE RESEARCH PAPER ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? RUN AWAYYY!"
But I stayed, even though I felt like this for 2 years.
And at the end of each semester, I lamented our sorry excuse for social lives and our mountain of homework with my fellow English people.
But then student teaching started, and even though it was a ton of work I got to be with kids every day.
And some days I felt like crying.
BUT THEN, OH LOOK, STUDENT TEACHING IS ALREADY OVER.
Then I had a million things to type up and pulled many all nighters.
And most of the time the unhelpful advisors at school made me feel like this.
BUT THEN. TODAY CAME. AND I MET WITH MY SUPERVISOR FOR THE LAST TIME AND WAS GIVEN MY GRADE. IT WAS AN "A," BITCHES.
SO PUT ON YOUR DANCING SHOES.
YOU MAY NOW CALL ME "MASTER." I WILL ACCEPT NO OTHER TITLES.
:DDDDDDD
I mean, technically I haven't graduated yet, but I'm just waiting for that piece of paper to come in the mail. ;D
PARTY TIME, BITCHES. IS 2 PM TOO EARLY FOR HAPPY HOUR??? XDDD
On the first day of Christmas, Sage College gave to meeeee...
A MOTHA FLIPPIN MASTER'S DEGREEEEEEEE!!!
COMMENCE REJOICING. PARTY UNDER THE CUT. :DDDDD
The story of my Graduate Program, told in gifs.
First I was all, "WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND GOT INTO PRIVATE GRAD SCHOOL?? RIGHT HERE."
Then I was all, "Hey this work isn't so bad, I love reading!"
Then I was all, "25 PAGE RESEARCH PAPER ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? RUN AWAYYY!"
But I stayed, even though I felt like this for 2 years.
And at the end of each semester, I lamented our sorry excuse for social lives and our mountain of homework with my fellow English people.
But then student teaching started, and even though it was a ton of work I got to be with kids every day.
And some days I felt like crying.
BUT THEN, OH LOOK, STUDENT TEACHING IS ALREADY OVER.
Then I had a million things to type up and pulled many all nighters.
And most of the time the unhelpful advisors at school made me feel like this.
BUT THEN. TODAY CAME. AND I MET WITH MY SUPERVISOR FOR THE LAST TIME AND WAS GIVEN MY GRADE. IT WAS AN "A," BITCHES.
SO PUT ON YOUR DANCING SHOES.
YOU MAY NOW CALL ME "MASTER." I WILL ACCEPT NO OTHER TITLES.
:DDDDDDD
I mean, technically I haven't graduated yet, but I'm just waiting for that piece of paper to come in the mail. ;D
PARTY TIME, BITCHES. IS 2 PM TOO EARLY FOR HAPPY HOUR??? XDDD