I finished up my last class of my masters today. The strange thing is, it didn’t even phase me. When I finished my last class of my undergraduate I literally yelled out and called everyone in my family. I’m not sure why I haven’t felt the same closure this time. Maybe because I am still so focused on my recital? Maybe because I am determined to not allow this to mean closure on my educational pursuits. I found myself saying “Come see my last recital,” and I had to check myself and say, “No way! I’m going to keep doing recitals!” Sure that may be the last class I take towards a degree but I am not done with classes. Cooking lessons are on my to do list for life, photography classes, painting classes, psychology classes, pedagogy classes. . . I secretly hope my husband ends up in academia so I can get free college classes later in life. Then I could take more history classes, a nutrition and food science class, more biology and anatomy classes. I would love to continue taking classes in Italian and French, and I’m starting to think I want to learn Swedish. So, no, today was no my last class. If anything today marks the beginning of my more well-rounded and broad educational pursuits.