It was with anticipation,
that I checked every hour,
would I get THAT email,
or would it all turn sour?
I knew that I had passed.
I had it clear on paper.
But when the email didn't arrive,
my dreams, they turned to vapor.
So it was with heavy heart,
that I started my investigation,
searching through my junk mail folder
holding high, my expectation.
That an email would validate,
my years of working hard.
That my study would be over,
that I could use M. Ed (TL) on my business card.
And there it was sitting,
with [SPAM] in the subject line.
The email I had been waiting for.
Graduation would be mine.
Margaret Lawson (c) 2014