One. Year. Down.

Last night was the final class of my third semester at the University of Southern California, marking the end of my first year. This year has been one wild ride, filled with crazy and unexpected twists and turns, some of which rattled me to my core, most of which should have thrown me off track. But somehow, miraculously, I managed to persist. This Doctoral program is no joke, and while I might be consistently overwhelmed, mostly I'm grateful to have the opportunity to be here.

I have developed deep bonds with classmates that I admire and respect and we have encouraged, supported, and carried each other. They inspire me daily and I continue to wonder what good karma must have been cashed in that has allowed me to sit amongst them.

And while I knew this, I am reminded daily that I have the most amazing people in my life. My friends and family have listened to me talk endlessly about the subject matter I’m learning, regardless of whether or not they are interested. They have been my sideboards, my cheerleaders, and given me a soft place to land when I’ve needed one.

One year down, two to go (but who's keeping track???). And one thing that I’ve learned, when I do walk across that stage in two years to accept my diploma, I will carry with me all of the incredible people who got me there.