End of Spring semester was last week.
Thank goodness.
This is legit the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my academic career.
My husband says if a PhD was easy, everyone would do it.
I know, I know, I know.
It’s still hard.
But end of Spring semester marks the end of Year 1.
One down, two to go.
Summer off though. By that, I mean no classes. I am going to be doing a graduate assistant thingy for 6 weeks. From home. Cheerleading those in the RN to BSN bridge program. And keeping their spirits up.
The grades just came through for the statistics class. Don’t ask me how I pulled out a 90.1%. Lots of late nights, study sessions, reading, oh the reading. A few tears, too, I am not ashamed to admit.
Some things, like statistics, are unknowable.
That leaves me with 1 B + and 2 As.
Phew.
And an awareness and acceptance of my shortcomings.
I have the chair picked out for my dissertation committee.
I have ideas of who else to choose.
I have a better idea of what I want to research.
And a plan for Year 2, starting in just a few weeks.
As I told my PhD cohort over our group text this morning when the stats grades were dropped, “The only way out is through.”
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