Probably more so for me than for you guys. Today I graduated with my Family Nurse Practitioner degree. It’s hard to articulate the feeling. Pursuing this degree came with a lot of tough decisions; I had to leave Alaska and move to Texas. At the time that I’d moved, my girlfriend had only been home for about 8 months after we’d spent a year apart for her to go to Nursing school. I also had to leave my job as a civilian ER nurse at a military base. There were a lot of times I wanted to quit. There were a lot of times I thought I would fail, and there were a lot of times I thought that I wouldn’t be able to fulfill the requirements for the degree (getting OBGYN hours was a nightmare and my school was very little help finding placement.). I lost touch with a lot of people, academics are not my strength so I really buried my head, mostly unintentionally. It still doesn’t quite settled in, but I’ve gotten emotional a few times over it. The spot has now seen me through three degrees. I wish I were more active. You’re all twats, and I appreciate you.