After months upon months of agonizing and praying, I finally submitted my application to grad school. GRAD SCHOOL!!!! It might not seem like a big deal to anyone else but me, but to me it's a HUGE MEGA DEAL! When I got started college my whole intention was to get my bachelors, then my Masters, then my Doctorate. Well, after 5 years of school for my undergrad I was done. My GPA wasn't high enough to get accepted into the Master's program and Bowling Green State University. I would have had to take an extra year of classes just to get my GPA up. I wasn't interested in doing that. So, I made the choice to be done with school. Even at that point I thought maybe I would take a year off and go back eventually. Well, it's been 11 years.
I started thinking about furthering my education awhile ago. I might have even written a post about it. I could go look, but my brain is sort of fried right now. ;) A few months ago I decided to go ahead and apply. I figured no harm. Then I realized the application required an essay. I should have known that, but for some reason it really threw me for a loop. It was the standard "Where do you see yourself in 5 years and why do you want a degree from us." I don't know why it threw me so much, but it did. You see, I don't have a 5 year plan. For some reason "Be a good Christian, wife and mother, have a decent job, be able to pay the bills and have a little extra" didn't seem to fit into what they wanted. And they needed 500 words?! So, I spent the last few months trying to come up with a 5 year plan. I researched what types of jobs I would be good at. I researched which graduate degree would best fit those jobs. And still...no 5 year plan. I saw a bunch of careers I would be really good at. A bunch of careers I would be more than qualified for with a MBA. So, I went with that theme. I did all the revising I could do (with a little help from a friend) and hit the submit button.
And now I wait.