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I Did It!


Yep, that's right. I am a student again! A few weeks ago I started receiving emails from the Masters of Arts in Teaching (MAT) department at Hamline. They looked like mass emails about job openings and announcements. It was either a cruel joke or I had been admitted but not received my acceptance letter. After two days of emails and two days of trying not to get excited I finally called at 4:55 one afternoon (the office closes at 5). I told the woman on the phone that either Hamline was very good at playing cruel jokes on prospective students, or was I really admitted? She laughed and said, "Congratulations, you are a grad student."

A grad student!? I'm a grad student!

So I hurriedly filled out my FAFSA and got to worrying about how I was going to pay for it. Then Friday I got my Financial Aid info and sure enough, the government is more than happy for me to add onto my student loan debt. Now just to figure out how to reorganize my time to study, find a program to put the little lady in part time and relearn how to speed read.

Yes! I'm not afraid to admit it...I'm pretty proud of myself!

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  1. Way to go Mary! I hope you have a grand time in school. You're gonna rock grad school.

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  2. Thank you ladies! I so excited I'm beside myself. It will be a lot of work and stress, but it will be good!!

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  3. Congratulations on being admitted, and may your career be a success

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