As a grown up, I have yet to establish any semblance of roots...and I'm keeping up with tradition.
It started in between my second and final year at CMU--I went from having never lived outside of a 30 minute drive from my parents, to packing up my chubby little yinzer professional clothes and moving to Washington D.C. After interning on the Hill, I studied abroad in Madrid, Spain (and lost 20 lbs). After that, I came home for 6 days and moved to Doha, Qatar.
I was back in CMU for my senior spring and the summer after. That summer, I spent doing research and living a GTL life. After that amazing summer, I went to Spain and got my masters in bilingual ed. Then, I peaced out of Spain, having won the Fulbright Scholarship to Hungary.
Hungary was a bit rough on me, what with the death threats and stalkers. So, I moved back to America and picked Denver to do it. Since I have been in Denver, I have started 3 jobs (getting more money each time and wondering how the hell I tricked them into hiring me).
Next year, I am off to Cambridge, MA to get my masters in international education policy at Harvard. The scholarship I got was 25% of my tuition (there are a ton of fucking fees though), and the amount of debt that I have will be comparable to other masters programs to which I was accepted. Plus, it's fucking Harvard...which was my life goal for a while.
The debt is a lot, I won't lie or make any type of assertion that it's not. But, my father offered to cover a (large) chunk of it. And so, today...I sent in my deposit.
It's weird. It's awesome. It's surreal.
I threw up a little in my mouth whenever I sent in the $250.
Next Stop: Massachusetts! Then....the world?
It started in between my second and final year at CMU--I went from having never lived outside of a 30 minute drive from my parents, to packing up my chubby little yinzer professional clothes and moving to Washington D.C. After interning on the Hill, I studied abroad in Madrid, Spain (and lost 20 lbs). After that, I came home for 6 days and moved to Doha, Qatar.
I was back in CMU for my senior spring and the summer after. That summer, I spent doing research and living a GTL life. After that amazing summer, I went to Spain and got my masters in bilingual ed. Then, I peaced out of Spain, having won the Fulbright Scholarship to Hungary.
Hungary was a bit rough on me, what with the death threats and stalkers. So, I moved back to America and picked Denver to do it. Since I have been in Denver, I have started 3 jobs (getting more money each time and wondering how the hell I tricked them into hiring me).
Next year, I am off to Cambridge, MA to get my masters in international education policy at Harvard. The scholarship I got was 25% of my tuition (there are a ton of fucking fees though), and the amount of debt that I have will be comparable to other masters programs to which I was accepted. Plus, it's fucking Harvard...which was my life goal for a while.
The debt is a lot, I won't lie or make any type of assertion that it's not. But, my father offered to cover a (large) chunk of it. And so, today...I sent in my deposit.
It's weird. It's awesome. It's surreal.
I threw up a little in my mouth whenever I sent in the $250.
Next Stop: Massachusetts! Then....the world?
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