6: percent of the US population with a Masters Degree.
0.00000000322: percent of the US population that is me.
19: Years I have spent in formal school.
19: Years I have spent in public schools (woo!).
6: Years I have spent in higher education.
12: Number of times I have moved residences in 6 years of higher ed. This number makes me terribly excited to plant some honest roots in the near future. Transient living is for the birds.
2: Years spent in graduate school.
54: Credits completed in graduate school.
4,652: Number of complete and total meltdowns in graduate school-- complete with wailing, uncontrollable tears, hyperventilation, assuming the fetal position, throwing of papers and/or flash drives, red-wine self-medication, and desperate phone calls to my mother.
9: Number of months spent securing IRB approvals, analyzing data, writing, graphing, editing, re-writing, re-graphing, emailing, revising, and presenting my Masters project.
43: Pages in my final project.
38: Slides in my defense presentation.
45: Minutes in my defense presentation.
5: Minutes spent by my committee 'deliberating.'
0: Number of revisions to make to my project before final submission to the School of Public Health.
17: Number of people I mass-texted this message to on Tuesday, October 19, 2010: PASSED.
0: Experiences like finally earning your Masters of Public Health.
I definitely put the MPH in triumph this time.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
De-fense! De-fense!
"Coming to a cramped conference room near you, October 19, 2010...
A thriller two years (and a little extra, but who's counting) in the making...
An effort filled with blood, sweat, and tears (but mostly tears)...
An example of triumph over Stata, PowerPoint, and Logic Models...
The story of one woman's journey from falsely hopeful undergraduate to totally exhausted, semi-employed graduate student boiled into 30 minutes of action packed graphs and video screen captures...
Starring a committee of three individuals with near total control over our protagonist's potential future...
And the ever charming, ever witty, ready to graduate Mugwump.
When you learned your alphabet in Pre-K, you never knew the most important letters would be...
MPH."
Read it in that movie announcer voice. Then it actually sounds pretty bad-ass.
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