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I spent the last ten weeks with these ladies in a class that has been vital to my professional journey and to my time in this program. It’s hard to believe it came to an end so quickly after tears had been wept, laughter had been sung, and intimate conversations and feeling had been shared. It’s called group termination. Termination. Why does that sound so… deathly? Lost… without hope of ever going back. But it is what it is. We’re different because of the experience– not going back, that’s a good thing.
…so I joked, “Guys, if only we were like a sorority and this experience bound us for life….” They looked at me like I was a little crazy (and really I think they–most of them at least, thought the same thing.) We didn’t have sororities where I went to undergrad and if we had them in grad school, I swear these ladies would be my sisters. There we went, another semester down…. so we trust the process, being bound because of this experience.
and friends, another gift from God…. and this life of mine is oh, so precious.
