I turned in the final paper of my first masters class yesterday. The joyous occasion was slightly denigrated when I pricked my thumb on the staple and bled all over my title page. The irony is that I had already invested much sweat and a few tears into it.
One more paper and one exam and I will have 9 credits. Only 79 more to go after that.
I don't think I'll mind putting this whole masters thing on hold at all.