May 31, 2010 - 10:31 PM
It just hit me in a new way that I only have ONE MORE WEEK OF CLASSES left before I am officially a UO alumni with my Masters Degree, can you believe it?!?! Well, maybe you can but it feels utterly bizarre to me. A good bizarre though.
With the shifting from papers, deadlines, and academic stresses to fun plans for weddings, birthdays, and BBQ's for the summer I am noticing my optimism and spunky personality coming back. My husband is happy to see me up in the mornings with a smile on my face and a quit wit comment or two for us to laugh about as we're getting ready to head out for our busy days.
I juts finished my final paper which means the school work part of my education is done. I have three classes left to go. My human sexuality in counseling class is tomorrow morning and I've heard we're getting out early (most likely). That's fantastic! My class tomorrow night is starting an hour late and it's a dinner hosted at my supervisor's house. She's cooking us all a salmon dinner, how generous of her! Then for my class on Friday I have to sit through three hours of five minute presentations and a wrap-up of my time at the UO. Throw in one more week of counseling sessions to help orient my match to the clinic and help her become familiar with her soon-to-be clients and a round of summary sessions and goodbyes with clients during finals week and I am 100% done.
Done with school and on to the "real world" so they say. I'm hoping to transition quickly into that real world and have been applying for various counseling positions as they come up. I have an interview in a week and found a few more positions advertised today that I am going to apply for and hopefully get interviews with. I like the idea of having a variety of options and I can only hope that I am blessed enough to have my choice at multiple counseling agencies here in town. I guess we'll see what happens. The good news is I am not worried about it too much. I know I am qualified, I am confident, and I am full of fresh enthusiasm and if I wait for a few weeks or a few months for the right fit to come along, then I'll only get more time in the sun, going for runs, and gardening with my daughter. That doesn't sound too tough at all.