If you go back through the four blogs I wrote before I abandoned this blog attempt altogether, you will see where I was being wishy-washy about graduate school--knowing I wanted my Master's, but not knowing if I was ready or able or motivated enough to do it just yet. This summer, I bit the bullet, and I have completed two classes (and made A's). I am currently enrolled in the next two; you'll have to check back to see what this monsterous research class does to my GPA. After this summer, I'll only have six classes to go, and I will be the proud owner of a Master's and recipient of a pay raise. I'm pretty excited about both! I'm also working on completing National Boards for teaching this year. I'm definitely more scared of that than I am of the Master's degree.
The husband and I are still house hunting ferociously. We found our "dream house," made an offer that was accepted, and then the house completely failed the termite inspection. And by failed, I mean the inspector said it was the worse he'd seen in years. Now we no longer refer to it as our "dream house" but the "termite house" instead. I was pretty sad, but it was great that we found out before we purchased and moved into the termites' territory. It would have likely made them very angry. We are currently looking at a house and planning on making an offer today. It's a foreclosed property that is in great shape, so we're keeping fingers crossed and sending prayers up.
Honestly, between graduate school, reading books that I
think hope will be useful as I attempt National Boards, and hunting for houses that are in our price range but not in the ghetto, my summer has disappeared. In about three weeks, I will head back to the classroom and welcome 60-70 new students into the wonderful world of American literature. I hope I'm ready for that challenge in three weeks.
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