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Yesterday, I left our little yellow house at 6:20 am to go to work. The Princess was still in bed, snoozing soundly.

I worked the day like normal, heading directly for school when my shift was over.

When I arrived at school, I hightailed it for the testing center, where I spent an hour and a half taking my exit exams.

The moment I finished my exams, I had to drive across campus to my Spanish class, where I had to give an oral presentation for which I was extremely ill-prepared.

There should have been a meal somewhere between work and Spanish, but there just wasn't time.

Finally, something like fourteen hours after I left the house, I pulled into the garage. I couldn't get my stuff out of the car fast enough.

As soon as I walked into the kitchen, the stress of the day melted away. I was home, and my girl catapulted herself into my arms as soon as our eyes met.

The one saving grace of that long, hectic day was my family. I couldn't be happier than when I'm with them. This really is what it's all about.

Twenty-nine days from now, I'm going to walk the walk with a bunch of 20-year-olds and be done with this degree.

And thirty days from now, things are going to slow down considerably. I'm having a hard time remembering what it was like to have a full-time job without the full-time school schedule. Somehow, though, I have a feeling I'll adjust.