Diploma, done

And... I'm done.

My post-bac diploma in Women's Studies (with a Gender Studies focus) is now complete.

This is actually what I came to Vancovuer to get years and years ago, only to find out that such a thing did not exist. SFU was well-known for women's studies (in part because there ain't exactly a lot of competition in this province), but "women's studies" ain't exactly "gender studies" - at least not at SFU at the time, nor would I have been exactly welcome.

But things change. SFU's gender studies program started and grew. Some of the profs in the women's studies department bucked the department to bring in new content. Other departments brought in relevant courses. The climate liberalized and someof the classes have men in them (who aren't too sensibly scared or irritatingly lily-livered to add their perspective). Oh yeah, and I seem to be a girl now*.

So yeah. I can haz diploma. One with grad classes and final projects. While it's called a "post-bac," it's basically the same as a grad diploma, only cheaper for a part-timer.

And my grades are good. If I wanted to, I could use this to apply to some sort of fancy academic whatever.

But I got what I wanted; what I moved to this city to get. It's overdue, but I'm good.

And now to go learn how build and repair household technology.



*Living on The Drive will do that to you

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...and now I'm crazy from a fever.

Like shivering while dressed under several layers of blankets.
Like waving my arms around in an overheated half-sleep.
Dreaming sleep replaced by a chaotic series of nonsense images.

Like my body went Okay, you're done your diploma. Now I'm going to make you lie down for a bit.

It's okay. I'll be fine in a few days. Until then, sleepy time is Delphic Oracle time.