The End of an Era

So yesterday I wrote my final paper for my last college class ever. Once I printed it out I got this really unexpected feeling of pride, this was it, I had nothing left to finish. I got a little emotional as I thought about my college career, and I started thinking about how relevant the paper was that I had just written; it was for a World Lit. class discussing the third chapter of Virginia Woolf's, A Room of One's Own, it's all about how women were not given the proper tools to become literary geniuses (or intellectual at all for that matter). It made me feel really proud of myself and what I have done all these years; it strengthened my resolve about the importance of what I have accomplished. One of the huge reasons that I kept going to school is to show my daughters the importance of an education and that, as cheesy as it sounds, they can do anything they want if they work hard. I want them to know that education is necessary no matter what they aspire to do, even if it's to be a stay at home mom like their mother. I don't remember the exact statistic but me graduating from college makes Izzy something like eight times more likely to attend college. That's huge to me, that I can make that kind of a difference in my daughter’s future. I just feel really grateful that my girls have so many awesome examples of educated women in their lives; I know it will not go unnoticed. I think women like Woolf would be proud.