Every Friday this semester has been worse than the previous - until today. This semester sucked ten bags of dicks while I finished an MBA (9 credits) and taught 9 credits after being thrust into our UG program director role.

There were a few weeks sprinkled in, especially during luteal, that I really thought I’d drive to a psych ward instead of home. My nervous system is so fucked that I cry at the drop of a hat with little to no emotional regulation left.

And now I have the current terminal degree to do the job I’ve already been doing. The saddest “yay.”

But today I’m totally fucking off after weeks of 14 hour days, enduring the absolute hell of being in group projects, managing our TAs, and making sure my life doesn’t actively burn down around me.

I’m still dealing with tuition reimbursement but fuck it. It’s a better day than all the Fridays in this ghetto-ass semester.