I own a cat named Melchizedek. He is part mancoon and thinks he’s part lion. He is currently sitting on my lap while I am trying to write, which leads me to assume that his desire is to co-author this blog post. So any time that you see writing in italics, it’s probably Mel.
Meow. Stop typing and pet me, Fat Boy.
Last month, I completed the masters program in which I had enrolled and now am a part of the next echelon of academic elite: those with a master’s degree.
But you still haven’t figured out how to drop everything and give me your undivided attention.
Now that the degree program is over, I am left asking myself, “Self, how are things different now that I have an MS in Instructional Design and Technology?”
They aren’t; see previous statement.
I have noticed that the degree has afforded me the chance to expand my professional involvements at school, from academic coaching to dual credit teaching opportunities, aspects that would not have happened if I had not completed the degree.
Boring. Stop typing and start petting or else!
And I have noticed that I am starting to approach different professional situations in ways I had not considered before.
I’m warning you, Fat Boy. Last chance.
I guess the degree has been wort…
This post will not be completed because I have knocked Gerrit out and intend on dragging him to the couch so that when he wakes up he can pet me, give me snacks, and give me his undivided attention and affection.