I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I am now only 2 weeks from completion, at least for this level of school. While there is a part of me that is itching to get back to work, a part of me is going to miss the bubble. The one that seperates school from the rest of your life. There have been some funny, good times, and while there was an inherent trust in this group of people from day 1, we've reached the point that is more than just comraderie from circumstance. I looked around the class one day this week at the 60 or so of us. Out of the group, I've had conversations or interactions with at least half of them. While there are social 'groups' within our numbers, there wasn't ever the sense of division. Maybe some people feel that way, but that's not the way I've experienced it. Part of me wonders if those that I've talked to have ever had the experience of working with a woman on the jobsite before. I wonder if their contact with...
Bring it on, world.