Last Call

As I was driving home in the dark last night from my last class ever as a student of my university, I started thinking about how crazy, challenging, and beautiful the journey has been these past two years. Of course I will remember the long hours on campus, the extensive projects, the conference presentations, and the grading. But, more than that, I will remember the laughter. The moments of procrastination spent in each others’ offices. The feeling of being in front of my own class for the first time and getting to share my love of Harry Potter with students. The first time I truly realized I had made an impact on a student’s life. Sharing drinks, awards, and laughs at the Taddies (TA Dundies). A profound moment on the top deck of a ferry in the middle of Puget Sound. And, most of all, I will remember how lucky I’ve been to not only have coworkers I like, but coworkers that I can genuinely call friends.

Sure, grad school has been a long and difficult journey. But damn has it also been a good one.


In Denial

I can hardly believe it. I feel like I’m just starting to get into the groove of things with my new set of students and my own coursework. I feel like I am still trying to get organized for the semester ahead. But the semester is pretty much freakin’ over.

More unbelievable, however, is that it’s all almost over. Yes, the semester, that’s true of course. But, I mean, ALL of it. Graduation is two weeks from today. Five days of classes and exam week are all that stand between me and my M.A. And that’s that. No more grad school, no more teaching, no more TA support group. No more shared office, clad in movie posters, Portland illustrations, and Harry Potter Funkos. No more days in the halls of my university. After six years, two degrees, and countless memories, I finally have to say goodbye. For real this time.

I can’t believe this wild whirlwind called grad school is almost over and that I won’t be a TA anymore. I can’t believe my life will go on without my university being a part of it on a day-to-day basis. I can’t believe I have to find a job and enter into “the real world.” I can’t believe that I will no longer be a student and will never have to be again if I don’t want to. I can’t believe any of it.

I guess that means I’m in denial. I don’t know. I’m still holding out that something changes and the department decides to hire a lecturer or two for next school year. That way I can stay at my precious university, settle into an office right down the hall from my peers, and spend the next school year teaching my beloved Harry PotterĀ class. Only time will tell.

Graduation is almost here…I guess. Congratulations to all my fellow deniers, and cheers to whatever may be next.