Way back in May of 2017, this happened:
Look at that! I’m in the inaugural class of the Hybrid MBA program at the University of Washington! Woo hoo!
Little did I know that I’d spend the next two years, roughly 30 hours a week, immersed in accounting, R programming, business strategy, and supply chain management. My phone buzzed constantly with WhatsApp messages from my study team and my cohort. I was on video-conference meetings and in video-conference classes at least twice per week. I had almost 400 pages of reading per class (20+ classes!). I did this while (poorly) balancing a house purchase and move, a full time job, and my family across the country.
But I learned much more than what was in the requisite courses. I learned that Mean Girls can still make you cry, even in your mid-30s. I learned that the fiery feminism from my 20s is still alive when a certain someone in the cohort would start to mansplain. I learned that the Freshman 15 has nothing on the Grad School 20. But most importantly, I learned that if you just open yourself to things that make you scared, or challenge you, or push you to the breaking point, you will fly further than you ever thought you could.
And with that, after two years and more money that the average American makes in a year, I have concluded my graduate school studies:
I’m in such a wonderful state of bliss. No more classes. No more homework. No more tearful nights when I cannot get my debits to match my credits. I can go back to running for hours, and knitting, and even daydreaming about shoes.
However, this is also a problem. I now have about 30 hours per week back in my life. I have been lost for the last two weeks. I listened to two audiobooks and cleaned the house. I backed up and sorted all my computer files. I even looked at joining a chess club (don’t judge me). Or, you know. I could start blogging again…