A lot of people have been asking me lately (not on the blog, but in "realtime") about the IMC Master's Program I'm in. I'm just finishing up my third class and am about 1/4 of the way through the program so far, so at this point, I actually feel like I've had enough experience to comment on it.
I have to admit that originally, I probably did not start school for the best reasons. When I applied last spring, I was at a strange crossroads in my life and felt like doing something drastic, and at that point it was either shave my head Britney-style or go back to school. Even though it was a decision made out of desperation, it was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
At first I was extremely skeptical. I'd never taken an online class before and figured that "real" grad students probably took "real" classes, rather than entire business school programs over the internet. Was I ever wrong! The professors are the actual PhD professors from EMU's business school. There are about 15 people in my cohort, and I'd say that the vast majority of them are not only very intelligent but also well-established in their careers (which range from newspaper reporter to director of research at a network TV station). I also figured most people in my class would be local, but I was wrong about that too (at least half are from different states and we even have one classmate in Dubai).
Most importantly, I am LEARNING a lot, especially because most of my classmates already work in Marketing (I don't). The weekly class discussions are lively and interesting, and I actually trust most of the people I have to work with in groups. (In undergrad, I always did most of the "group" work by myself. You fellow perfectionists know how it rolls. Hee hee.)
The online format is perfect for me -- if I had to go to an actual class, it would take me twice as long to get a degree, given the constraints of a full-time job. Paying tuition is a bit of an issue, but thankfully my company reimburses me for about half, and so far, Brad and I have been able to (barely) dredge up the rest on a semester-by-semester basis. There's nothing wrong with taking out loans, but in this economy, the idea of having more debt freaks me out. We will if we have to, though.
It's a lot of work, typically at least an hour or two a night, and even more when I have a big assignment due. But it's manageable, and it's also actually work that I'm interested in and that applies to my career and/or my future career.
In summary, the program rocks. I'm so happy I made the decision to do this, however misguided it may have been.
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Freak
I've always been a bit of a perfectionist in many aspects of my life -- but particularly school. As soon as I was old enough to see a shrink (yes -- I also grew up in a McMansion -- sorry, peeps) I started to believe that my academic perfectionism was related to my upbringing, particularly my relationship with my father. My dad is a wonderful, brilliant man with an IQ of about 600 million. I may look exactly like him physically, but the IQ thing didn't really carry over. However, despite my lack of relative brilliance (he's a doctor, I'm a...marketing person?), the cliche of "You got a 98%? What did you get wrong?" was still my family's normal way of saying "good job."
All through high school and college, I got almost-straight As. I'm not denying that I'm smart, but I'm also a really hard worker and always felt like I was under pressure to be academically perfect. And I always assumed that my "beating myself up for a B+" attitude was because of the way I was raised and deep down I was meant to be a laid-back chick.
Well, guess what. My shrink gets an A for effort, but an F for figuring me out.
Now that I've gone back to school, I am not being pressured by anyone except myself! I'm paying for this degree with my own money, taking classes it on my own time, and I don't have to show my dad my report card. :P It's been years since I've made peace with my "issues" and my relationship with my dad is totally normal. But I am still a freaking perfectionist!
I'm working in a group for my final project (due Friday), and each person in our group is tasked with developing about 10 slides for our final presentation. I had planned to get started on mine last night until I saw that another group member had already uploaded his slides. I made the mistake of taking a look, and spent the next three and a half hours redoing his work (which was perfectly adequate in the first place). I never even got started on my own! So now I'm up at 5:30 a.m. trying to catch up.
Perfectionist? Control freak? Both? Help!
All through high school and college, I got almost-straight As. I'm not denying that I'm smart, but I'm also a really hard worker and always felt like I was under pressure to be academically perfect. And I always assumed that my "beating myself up for a B+" attitude was because of the way I was raised and deep down I was meant to be a laid-back chick.
Well, guess what. My shrink gets an A for effort, but an F for figuring me out.
Now that I've gone back to school, I am not being pressured by anyone except myself! I'm paying for this degree with my own money, taking classes it on my own time, and I don't have to show my dad my report card. :P It's been years since I've made peace with my "issues" and my relationship with my dad is totally normal. But I am still a freaking perfectionist!
I'm working in a group for my final project (due Friday), and each person in our group is tasked with developing about 10 slides for our final presentation. I had planned to get started on mine last night until I saw that another group member had already uploaded his slides. I made the mistake of taking a look, and spent the next three and a half hours redoing his work (which was perfectly adequate in the first place). I never even got started on my own! So now I'm up at 5:30 a.m. trying to catch up.
Perfectionist? Control freak? Both? Help!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Counting sheep
Two nights ago, I went to bed at my regular time (about 10) and woke up at exactly 1:14 a.m. I never went back to sleep.
I had something big going on at work the next day that I was anxious about, and once that got going through my head, it was all over. I tossed and turned for maybe 20 minutes, tried to think happy thoughts, tried to focus on the cat purring next to me (lying next to a purring, sleeping cat is similar to taking a Xanax), but it didn't work. I gave up and went downstairs, and the cat came with me.
At first I tried to be productive. I logged on to my VPN, checked my email (although I refuse to send work emails at 2:00 a.m. -- I don't want to be "that person,"), checked the discussion board for my IMC class, and wrote three paragraphs of my paper. An hour later I decided this was ridiculous and I needed to lay down. Of course, at that point, I was beyond relaxing, as my brain was full speed ahead. I think it was 3:09 when I gave up and made my morning coffee.
It's been a long time since I've had an insomniac night, but the next day was rough. I was working from home due to some repairs on our house, so I spent the entire day in PJs in my new office, which is conveniently located in our spare bedroom next to a very comfy bed. I would have paid a million dollars to lay down, but obviously, this isn't a country where you can take a nap in the middle of the work day.
To make a long story short, the thing I was stressing about went fine, I survived three afternoon teleconferences, and at 4:59 p.m. (which I believe actually made for a 15-hour work day?) I shut off the computer and laid down, intending to sleep for 30 minutes or so. Brad came home at about 7:30 and woke me up. I was so out of sorts at that point that it took me a good to minutes to figure out where I was and what had happened.
It was one of the most bizzare days I've ever had! We ended up going out for a late dinner to celebrate the successful end of a long, stressful week, and I started off my meal at Vinology (of course!) with a huge cup of coffee.
I had something big going on at work the next day that I was anxious about, and once that got going through my head, it was all over. I tossed and turned for maybe 20 minutes, tried to think happy thoughts, tried to focus on the cat purring next to me (lying next to a purring, sleeping cat is similar to taking a Xanax), but it didn't work. I gave up and went downstairs, and the cat came with me.
At first I tried to be productive. I logged on to my VPN, checked my email (although I refuse to send work emails at 2:00 a.m. -- I don't want to be "that person,"), checked the discussion board for my IMC class, and wrote three paragraphs of my paper. An hour later I decided this was ridiculous and I needed to lay down. Of course, at that point, I was beyond relaxing, as my brain was full speed ahead. I think it was 3:09 when I gave up and made my morning coffee.
It's been a long time since I've had an insomniac night, but the next day was rough. I was working from home due to some repairs on our house, so I spent the entire day in PJs in my new office, which is conveniently located in our spare bedroom next to a very comfy bed. I would have paid a million dollars to lay down, but obviously, this isn't a country where you can take a nap in the middle of the work day.
To make a long story short, the thing I was stressing about went fine, I survived three afternoon teleconferences, and at 4:59 p.m. (which I believe actually made for a 15-hour work day?) I shut off the computer and laid down, intending to sleep for 30 minutes or so. Brad came home at about 7:30 and woke me up. I was so out of sorts at that point that it took me a good to minutes to figure out where I was and what had happened.
It was one of the most bizzare days I've ever had! We ended up going out for a late dinner to celebrate the successful end of a long, stressful week, and I started off my meal at Vinology (of course!) with a huge cup of coffee.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
School and politics
School: So far, so good. I'm doing very well in my first class (at least after the first three assignments) and no longer have any concerns about taking a class that's online. In fact, it works great for me for two reasons: I tend to express myself best in writing, so I'm better at class discussions using a discussion board than raising my hand in a classroom; and it's a more realistic way to learn these days, at least in my field. 90% of the work I do in my day job is with teams of people who are hundreds of miles away. Our communication is mostly through email, chat and teleconference -- rarely in person. Getting together for live group meetings doesn't happen anymore.
Switching subjects: politics. I love election season and watch the pundit shows like a true junkie getting my fix. But I've never been one to talk about my choices in public. I am well-versed on the issues, but tend to keep my true views to close to the vest, sharing them only with Brad (whom I don't always agree with, but we completely respect the right to cancel out each other's votes). Over the past few weeks, however, I've gotten into inadvertent political discussions with family members, friends and coworkers, and I hate myself for it. The discussions inadvertently end in "you're preaching to the choir" or "wow, I never knew you were such an idiot." There's no way that talking politics with anyone is going to change my mind or theirs, so I'd rather just avoid some potentially uncomfortable moments and not breach the subject at all.
I consider myself a true independent voter. In college I was so far to the left that I was basically a communist, but after six years of real-world experience, I've come to realize that things are never black and white. I haven't voted a straight ticket since 2000 in any election, national or local, because I tend to vote for candidates on the issues that are most important to the Alison party. Sometimes the Alison party sides with Democrats, sometimes with Republicans, sometimes with neither.
I know there are some people out there who love to argue about politics, and that's fine. I love to ride my bike, knit scarves and blog, and not everyone agrees with those things, either. But when a peaceful lunch with an immediate family member of mine turns into an out-and-out argument over the virtues of the McCain-Palin ticker, I start to wish that it was mid-November already, damn it.
OK...time to go watch Meet the Press.
Switching subjects: politics. I love election season and watch the pundit shows like a true junkie getting my fix. But I've never been one to talk about my choices in public. I am well-versed on the issues, but tend to keep my true views to close to the vest, sharing them only with Brad (whom I don't always agree with, but we completely respect the right to cancel out each other's votes). Over the past few weeks, however, I've gotten into inadvertent political discussions with family members, friends and coworkers, and I hate myself for it. The discussions inadvertently end in "you're preaching to the choir" or "wow, I never knew you were such an idiot." There's no way that talking politics with anyone is going to change my mind or theirs, so I'd rather just avoid some potentially uncomfortable moments and not breach the subject at all.
I consider myself a true independent voter. In college I was so far to the left that I was basically a communist, but after six years of real-world experience, I've come to realize that things are never black and white. I haven't voted a straight ticket since 2000 in any election, national or local, because I tend to vote for candidates on the issues that are most important to the Alison party. Sometimes the Alison party sides with Democrats, sometimes with Republicans, sometimes with neither.
I know there are some people out there who love to argue about politics, and that's fine. I love to ride my bike, knit scarves and blog, and not everyone agrees with those things, either. But when a peaceful lunch with an immediate family member of mine turns into an out-and-out argument over the virtues of the McCain-Palin ticker, I start to wish that it was mid-November already, damn it.
OK...time to go watch Meet the Press.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Exercise with a point
This spring and summer, I've been finding myself doing a lot more "practical" exercise. I'm not training for any multi-day bike rides, but I AM riding my bike to work 3-4 days a week, which is 35 minutes of solid cardio (there and back). And I'm not training for a marathon, but if I need to run an errand after dinner, I try to walk there. We have two drugstores and two supermarkets within a mile of our house, and as long as I'm not picking up a 40 lb. bag of cat litter, those distances are easily walkable. I've never been much of a walker, but now I usually "walk my errands" at least two nights a week. If I really need to sweat, I fight Brad for lawn-mowing duties (we both love mowing the lawn). And finally, since I work on the 8th floor of a 10-floor building, I always try to take the stairs (unless I'm in a huge hurry). Walking up 8 flights of stairs twice a day is a killer workout!
I realize I'm pretty lucky for living in a place where I can bike and walk everywhere. That's actually one of the main reasons we bought a house where we did. (Oh, thank GOD it didn't burn down...I love our house.) Especially now that I'm in school and 3-4 nights a week will be lost to reading and writing (no 'rithmetic, thankfully), I'm starting to realize that practical exercise may just be the best form of exercise for me these days. I can just remember coming home from those two-hour tri club workouts at 8:30 p.m., so hungry I was about to pass out, and I still needed to do about a billion chores before bed. I loved those workouts, but they aren't very practical for a busy person.
I know that as the days get shorter and the weather gets colder, I'll have to put in more time at the gym and the pool, so I'm trying to soak up the summer days while I've got 'em.
I realize I'm pretty lucky for living in a place where I can bike and walk everywhere. That's actually one of the main reasons we bought a house where we did. (Oh, thank GOD it didn't burn down...I love our house.) Especially now that I'm in school and 3-4 nights a week will be lost to reading and writing (no 'rithmetic, thankfully), I'm starting to realize that practical exercise may just be the best form of exercise for me these days. I can just remember coming home from those two-hour tri club workouts at 8:30 p.m., so hungry I was about to pass out, and I still needed to do about a billion chores before bed. I loved those workouts, but they aren't very practical for a busy person.
I know that as the days get shorter and the weather gets colder, I'll have to put in more time at the gym and the pool, so I'm trying to soak up the summer days while I've got 'em.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Holy work!
I had my virtual first day of school yesterday. First things first -- this class is gonna be a LOT of work. I'm not sure what I was expecting out of a grad class, but...wow! Each week, we have three assignments due -- one on Thursday, one on Sunday, and basically a four-page paper the following Tuesday. All of the work is based on reading a bazillion chapters and articles and includes group discussions on our class message board.
The thing is, though, I think it will be really good for me. These days, it's not like I have a ton going on. Most nights, unless I have specific plans, I come home, eat dinner, and either read blogs or watch TV until bedtime. It gets a little old and makes me feel incredibly lazy. So while I'm not looking forward to what will likely be the Sunday-night crunch every weekend, I am looking forward to have a bit more structure to my life. And I'm really excited about it.
The one thing I'll definitely have to do is cut myself off from blogs/Facebook/etc. or I'm never gonna get any work done. I'm not saying I'll never log onto Facebook or read any of your blogs, but I'm going to have to limit myself to a few times a week rather than what is probably now at least an hour a day. Now that will just be wasted time I could be working or spending with Brad.
Just have to keep reminding myself it'll all be worth it...:)
The thing is, though, I think it will be really good for me. These days, it's not like I have a ton going on. Most nights, unless I have specific plans, I come home, eat dinner, and either read blogs or watch TV until bedtime. It gets a little old and makes me feel incredibly lazy. So while I'm not looking forward to what will likely be the Sunday-night crunch every weekend, I am looking forward to have a bit more structure to my life. And I'm really excited about it.
The one thing I'll definitely have to do is cut myself off from blogs/Facebook/etc. or I'm never gonna get any work done. I'm not saying I'll never log onto Facebook or read any of your blogs, but I'm going to have to limit myself to a few times a week rather than what is probably now at least an hour a day. Now that will just be wasted time I could be working or spending with Brad.
Just have to keep reminding myself it'll all be worth it...:)
Saturday, August 23, 2008
First day of school!
The day after tomorrow, I join the ranks of the broke, haggard and sleepless as I embark upon the two-year journey of getting my masters degree in marketing communications. It's amazing how things have changed since I finished undergrad in 2001. I was able to purchase a $136 textbook for $29 on the internets. If that's not enough to convince someone to start school, I don't know what is. Well, aside from the whole currently owing $4,000 in tuition thing. Luckily, my wonderful employer will pay for a lot of that, but not until I finish the class (with a B or above, no less. :)
Anyway...I gotta admit, I'm pretty excited. I always fantasized about quitting my job and going back to school full-time at a fancy-schmantzy university and studying in coffee shops with fellow haggard grad students, but then I became a grown-up. You know...bought a house, got married, bought two new cars, that whole thing. And unless the husband and I want to be in serious debt for the next century, this is the way I'm going to have to do it. But I'm okay with that; I love my job, and the online classes will allow me to comfortably work full-time while finishing my degree in two years (one can hope). And EMU is a good school.
So wish me luck as I embark on this next chapter of my life. And let's hope all the hard work I'll be putting in over the next two years pays off.
Anyway...I gotta admit, I'm pretty excited. I always fantasized about quitting my job and going back to school full-time at a fancy-schmantzy university and studying in coffee shops with fellow haggard grad students, but then I became a grown-up. You know...bought a house, got married, bought two new cars, that whole thing. And unless the husband and I want to be in serious debt for the next century, this is the way I'm going to have to do it. But I'm okay with that; I love my job, and the online classes will allow me to comfortably work full-time while finishing my degree in two years (one can hope). And EMU is a good school.
So wish me luck as I embark on this next chapter of my life. And let's hope all the hard work I'll be putting in over the next two years pays off.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Quick update
Yeah, I know. Delinquent blogger. Lots of fun stuff to talk about, but no time. So instead I will leave you with a picture of my feet. My mom and I got mani/pedis yesterday to celebrate her birthday -- my treat. It was SO indulgent (the only other time I've ever done this was the day before my wedding!), but completely worth every penny. The little flowers were painted on with tiny dots of nail polish. Aren't they pretty?
Sadly, two awesome hours of mountain biking yesterday afternoon with KT and her brother led to a tiny nick in one of the big toes. It's only noticeable to me, but it's still annoying.
School starts in THREE WEEKS! I need to buy my books ASAP. Wow...am I 19 years old again, or what?
Sadly, two awesome hours of mountain biking yesterday afternoon with KT and her brother led to a tiny nick in one of the big toes. It's only noticeable to me, but it's still annoying.
School starts in THREE WEEKS! I need to buy my books ASAP. Wow...am I 19 years old again, or what?
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
We interrupt this blog...
Lately I have been thinking. I know...uh-oh.
My life isn't perfect. I'm not a millionaire, for instance. And my knee still hurts, usually more than I care to admit. My garage door has been broken for 18 months. And someone in our immediate family (whose privacy I've been protecting on this blog) is terminally ill.
But you know what? As lives go, I'm pretty effing lucky.
I'm married to an amazing guy who is absolutely my soulmate (and who puts up with my insanity no matter how out of hand it gets). I could not have made it through the past year without him. It sounds cheesy, but we fall more in love with each other every day.
I love my job - it's exciting, challenging and rewarding. At least three days a week, as I'm walking out of the office, I think to myself, "how the hell did I get so lucky?"
I'm starting school in three weeks and I'm beyond excited to be gettin' educated again. And I'm also excited that I have THREE WHOLE WEEKS before I have to hit the books. Phew, no need to stop the crazy partying just yet.
But most importantly? My bedroom looks amazing. We got our new windows last week and now all that's left is redoing the carpet on the stairs. I totally renovated a room in my house. Wow, am I a freaking grownup or what?
Anyway...I just thought I'd take a moment to reflect on all the good things going on around me in this rare moment of mushiness. Tomorrow, back to your regularly scheduled self-deprecation.
My life isn't perfect. I'm not a millionaire, for instance. And my knee still hurts, usually more than I care to admit. My garage door has been broken for 18 months. And someone in our immediate family (whose privacy I've been protecting on this blog) is terminally ill.
But you know what? As lives go, I'm pretty effing lucky.
I'm married to an amazing guy who is absolutely my soulmate (and who puts up with my insanity no matter how out of hand it gets). I could not have made it through the past year without him. It sounds cheesy, but we fall more in love with each other every day.
I love my job - it's exciting, challenging and rewarding. At least three days a week, as I'm walking out of the office, I think to myself, "how the hell did I get so lucky?"
I'm starting school in three weeks and I'm beyond excited to be gettin' educated again. And I'm also excited that I have THREE WHOLE WEEKS before I have to hit the books. Phew, no need to stop the crazy partying just yet.
But most importantly? My bedroom looks amazing. We got our new windows last week and now all that's left is redoing the carpet on the stairs. I totally renovated a room in my house. Wow, am I a freaking grownup or what?
Anyway...I just thought I'd take a moment to reflect on all the good things going on around me in this rare moment of mushiness. Tomorrow, back to your regularly scheduled self-deprecation.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Trippin'
I registered for classes today, which was quite possibly the most entertaining part of the next 2+ years I'll be in grad school. First of all, the registration process was all online. I finished undergrad in early 2001 -- the year before my school implemented an online registration system -- so all througout my educational experience, I had to register through a phone system called TRIPS.
TRIPS is kind of an inside joke to those folks who went to OU (Alyssa? Are you reading?) so I won't get into it here, but my greatest and worst memories of registering for classes came while living in the dorms. Registration opened at the same time for everyone in my dorm, and because the walls were so thin, you could literally hear people cursing and banging on the walls from 7-8 a.m. because they got locked out of classes. TRIPS was all about the speed dial.
Anyway, during my lunch break today, while I was eating a preservative-laden Meijer frozen steak, cheddar and mushroom panini (I'm OBSESSED with these things, they are so amazingly delicious -- our freezer is literally so full of them it takes me 25 minutes to locate the ice cream, which is a tragedy in itself), I registered for classes. The process was so easy that I actually thought I didn't get in, so I tried registering for the same classes 3 times. I'm taking two classes this fall. And my incentive for not slacking off is that the better my grades, the more tuition money I will receive from my place of employment.
This May I have a retreat weekend thingy with my fellow students and professors, so I will get to meet all the fine people I'll be virtually spending the next two years with. I have to admit, I'm super-energized about this whole thing. I think it's going to be good for me.
Stay tuned for a knitting update. I just started my first sweater...I figure I have to use up some of this wool before it gets too hot to knit at all.
TRIPS is kind of an inside joke to those folks who went to OU (Alyssa? Are you reading?) so I won't get into it here, but my greatest and worst memories of registering for classes came while living in the dorms. Registration opened at the same time for everyone in my dorm, and because the walls were so thin, you could literally hear people cursing and banging on the walls from 7-8 a.m. because they got locked out of classes. TRIPS was all about the speed dial.
Anyway, during my lunch break today, while I was eating a preservative-laden Meijer frozen steak, cheddar and mushroom panini (I'm OBSESSED with these things, they are so amazingly delicious -- our freezer is literally so full of them it takes me 25 minutes to locate the ice cream, which is a tragedy in itself), I registered for classes. The process was so easy that I actually thought I didn't get in, so I tried registering for the same classes 3 times. I'm taking two classes this fall. And my incentive for not slacking off is that the better my grades, the more tuition money I will receive from my place of employment.
This May I have a retreat weekend thingy with my fellow students and professors, so I will get to meet all the fine people I'll be virtually spending the next two years with. I have to admit, I'm super-energized about this whole thing. I think it's going to be good for me.
Stay tuned for a knitting update. I just started my first sweater...I figure I have to use up some of this wool before it gets too hot to knit at all.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Exciting news
Even without triathlon, I have way too much going on in my life -- but things are about to get crazier. I found out today that I got into graduate school!!! Yes, after two years of late nights and too much money, I am going to be a Master of Science. Which is hilarious, because I totally suck at science.
I applied to this program almost two months ago after hearing a lot of buzz about it in the marketing/communications community. It's a program at Eastern Michigan University that's truly geared toward working professionals - the classes are mostly online, and they're organized in non-traditional semesters, allowing you to take only one class at a time and still finish in two years. I did all kinds of research before forking over my application fee (after all, if I'm gonna be a starving student, I have to pinch my pennies, right?) and discovered that this program would truly be perfect for me. Since applying, I've been waiting and waiting and waiting, and I finally got the good news today!
Brad is totally excited. He keeps asking me if we'll get invited to college keg parties. And my place of employment is totally supportive. Which is a good thing, since they'll pay for about half of my tuition. I start classes in August, and this means several things:
1) I will get the student discount at movie theaters.
2) I will be able to deduct my internet as an "educational expense." (hee hee)
3) Brad and I will have the same alma mater and can wear matchy-matchy EMU sweatshirts.
So, yea! This is such a big load off my chest. Now it's time to celebrate...after I wake up!
I applied to this program almost two months ago after hearing a lot of buzz about it in the marketing/communications community. It's a program at Eastern Michigan University that's truly geared toward working professionals - the classes are mostly online, and they're organized in non-traditional semesters, allowing you to take only one class at a time and still finish in two years. I did all kinds of research before forking over my application fee (after all, if I'm gonna be a starving student, I have to pinch my pennies, right?) and discovered that this program would truly be perfect for me. Since applying, I've been waiting and waiting and waiting, and I finally got the good news today!
Brad is totally excited. He keeps asking me if we'll get invited to college keg parties. And my place of employment is totally supportive. Which is a good thing, since they'll pay for about half of my tuition. I start classes in August, and this means several things:
1) I will get the student discount at movie theaters.
2) I will be able to deduct my internet as an "educational expense." (hee hee)
3) Brad and I will have the same alma mater and can wear matchy-matchy EMU sweatshirts.
So, yea! This is such a big load off my chest. Now it's time to celebrate...after I wake up!
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