I was a bit worried when I started; going back to school at my age is kind of a big deal. Not to mention going back to school in a different country with a different language and completely different habits. I've done okay. Thus far I have one B - in statistics and it really annoys me - and the others are all As. Getting an A tastes like Accomplishment.
Looking back, I can't believe I made it this far. Having a daytime job, full time school, writing, and home and family is like standing on a big ball in a circus juggling sharp knives. Now, I'm counting down the last few projects, and I feel happier and more relaxed than I have for a long time.
I have all these ideas of what I'm going to do with all the free time I'll get when I no longer have to spend early mornings, evenings, and weekends doing homework. It's just imaginary, of course. Once I get there the other areas of life will expand and suck it up, but it's nice to daydream. :-)
Deep inside of me there's a tiny crazy person. She's completely insane. She's already jumping up and down, waving her arms, shouting, "You know what? Enroll again and get that English degree you always wanted." Maybe... Maybe after taking a break. I could pick away at it one class at a time instead of barging through life at full speed. We'll see.
For now, I look forward to the first weekend when the semester is over. I'm going to sit in the yard and read a book. =D