Today I finished my last exam in what I expect to be my completion of my Bachelors of Arts in History. At least I hope so anyways, one never knows.
To give you an idea of how long this journey has been I began taking a grade twelve English course after my mission in the spring of 1993 to prepare for going into our local community college. I spent a year at the college trying to prepare to enter University which I then entered in 1994 during the Summer.
School was a long and winding road, I would have good semesters followed by poor ones coming to a climax in the winter of 1997 when I ran for MLA (member of our Legislative Assembly similar to a state representative). I was so knee deep in politics school just vanished. I left school during those winter months figuring that i would return, some day.
In 2002 I decided while in Britain to go back to University, it would take 3 years and I could start from scratch, clean up the mess I made so many years ago. I was not accepted to my first choice school to my shock. (Maybe i should have known better…)
Part of my desire to return to Canada was the realization that to finish this degree I was going to need to do it at the school i started in. So in the summer of 2004 I started back to school. Here it is below:
So after coming back in 2004 I found myself being taken away to once again work in politics this time as an employee. It made it nearly impossible to complete my courses so in 2006 I stepped away from the University. In the early part of of 2007 I decided to finish my bachelors to have my piece of paper.
So since July I have worked my tail finishing 11 courses.
Today, I finished my final exam.
Done, complete, finito.
The first person in my immediate family, including most of my cousins, nephews and neices to ever finish a bachelors of any kind.
Over eleven years after leaving school I am done. I walked out of my last exam feeling caught up in the moment. It was almost emotional. Anyway, I felt i had to write about it.