In the wee hours of the morning, at 2am, I printed off my end of year assignment, put it in a display folder, and set it aside with a sigh of relief… finished and ready to be posted.  I had spent well over 40 hours on this 22 page behemoth, which contained the full spectrum of my course: biology, physics, chemistry, geosciences etc.  I worked on it for several hours a week over the last month, and it felt almost anticlimactic to have it finished and in hand.

Later that afternoon I walked unceremoniously into the post office, placed what felt like, literally, a second child into an envelope, and handed it off for posting.  Out of my hands and into those of fate.  It felt as though a burden was lifted and, when I got home, I finished the last little bit remaining this year for school: a 25 question test.  I passed the test, as I was informed immediately after submitting the answers online, and now all I needed to do was wait for the last assignment grade… the grade that could make or break me. For if I fail the final assignment, the rest of the year’s work is moot… I will have failed the course.  But I am confident this will not be the case: I worked too hard and too long on this to fail.

I’ve also begun my maternity leave… off of work for the next 10 months.  I don’t think it’s hit quite yet, but probably will tomorrow when I don’t have to be at work and I won’t have school work to finish…. what on Earth will I do with myself?!