The Beginning of the End

So I am in my very last week of classes in graduate school (at least for my master's program). And I feel excited and sad and terrified. It was only a little under two years ago that I had started my program and now its coming to a close. I always knew this day would come, I just didn't know how it was going to feel. Granted, I also intended to be going on for my PhD so I didn't expect it to feel so....final.

I've come along way in two years. I have done things I never thought possible. I wrote a paper about the British acquisition of New York City based on primary sources. I didn't even think those sources existed still. I wrote a 100 page thesis, not exactly a easy feet for anyone to accomplish.

Grad school kicked my ass in ways I never thought imaginable, but its been two of the best years of my life. I met some of the greatest people I know. I lost my way and then found it again. I struggles, I worked, and I survived.

Now what happens next is any one's guess...