I have wanted to do my M.Ed for years. I’ve been toying with the idea forever, but have always found reasons not to – mainly financial reasons. Last night my father called me at 9:30 pm, scaring the crap out of me (“why are people calling at 9:30? It must be an emergency!”) and informing me that they are going to help me to pay for my Masters’. They’re giving the same amount to my brother and sister. They’ve decided to give us all our ‘inheritance’ early, while they’re around to see us enjoy it. It’s not an enormous amount by most standards, but it makes all the difference in the world to me. Absolutely enough to get me started and I am so very excited (yeah, let’s see how I feel about that when I’m doing a university degree and working full-time) and completely terrified. I haven’t been in university since 1999. What if I have no clue what I’m doing and fail at everything? AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
No, but I am so happy. And so, so, so grateful.