My diploma finally came in the mail today. I was starting to wonder if UW-M was playing a really mean trick on me. "Hahaha...you THOUGHT you graduated. PSYCH!! You're coming back for more fun this fall." But it's for real.
GPOY with the diploma it took 7 years to get, and countless: hours of homework, boxes of Prilosec, cartridges of ink, reams of paper, cases of Diet Coke, gallons of gas, hours of commuting, and truckloads of love and support from family and friends.
It was worth it all.