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Adecco has decided to request a copy of every Kelly Services temp's High School Diploma to have on file (while, strangely, also saying they only want a High School one, and a Baccalaureate and Masters are not acceptable). So, while searching the remains of one room at my mothers and all my classwork in my house storage for wherever my diploma might have gotten off to, I discovered a certificate.
Congratulating me on Graduating
from my Masters on the Dean's Honor List
Which means...which means this here.
When I talk about my Master's I usually only regale people with the fact I graduated from My Masters in a year and half. Anywhere between six months and two semesters faster than the expected. That I bypassed an entire Dean-led course by agreeing to do the topic as an extra (/fourth) Comprehensive final. On top of my Thesis.
But. I stared at this paper for a long very confused moment, seriously trying to remember if I ever knew this piece of information. About myself. About my Masters. Graduating. I knew I'd made far better marks in my graduate years than my undergrad. But. And while it made Steph, Earl and My Girl all laugh and shakes their head when I related it to them, the girls know I barely remember my Master's Graduation.
I spent that day in a haze of high-fever sickness due to three concurrent inoculations for my trip to Korea in less than two weeks later. That whole day is blur. I remember reading through my graduation (same as the two before it), making sure not to trip while crossing the stage, and the haze of wishing everyone would leave my graduation party so I would finally be allowed to be unconscious.
And it's nowhere in my LJ. So, apparently, I'm three years late to party about my brain. But.
....omggome, I really am not the girl who dropped out of her first two semesters of college anymore in any way, am I?
Congratulating me on Graduating
from my Masters on the Dean's Honor List
Which means...which means this here.
When I talk about my Master's I usually only regale people with the fact I graduated from My Masters in a year and half. Anywhere between six months and two semesters faster than the expected. That I bypassed an entire Dean-led course by agreeing to do the topic as an extra (/fourth) Comprehensive final. On top of my Thesis.
But. I stared at this paper for a long very confused moment, seriously trying to remember if I ever knew this piece of information. About myself. About my Masters. Graduating. I knew I'd made far better marks in my graduate years than my undergrad. But. And while it made Steph, Earl and My Girl all laugh and shakes their head when I related it to them, the girls know I barely remember my Master's Graduation.
I spent that day in a haze of high-fever sickness due to three concurrent inoculations for my trip to Korea in less than two weeks later. That whole day is blur. I remember reading through my graduation (same as the two before it), making sure not to trip while crossing the stage, and the haze of wishing everyone would leave my graduation party so I would finally be allowed to be unconscious.
And it's nowhere in my LJ. So, apparently, I'm three years late to party about my brain. But.
....omggome, I really am not the girl who dropped out of her first two semesters of college anymore in any way, am I?