The 30-year degree. Or: how I finally just did it.

This post is adapted from one I wrote for American University in Washington, DC, a couple of years ago.

In the late 80s, I wanted to go back to school for my graduate degree. I was thinking I would go back to my alma mater, American University’s School of International Service. But I found a “real” job in a different field and begin to make “real” money. Graduate school, meh.

In the late 90s, I wanted to go back to school. But no, I couldn’t take the time. I was a freelance writer, finding a lot of work in writing government proposals for large companies. I realized I was just not cut out for 9-5, office politics, or clawing my way to the top. I worked hard at developing my growing client list. I was able to manage the peaks and valleys of customer demand. Anyone who works as a freelancer has experienced the “feast or famine” of non-traditional employment.

In 2005, I wanted to go back to school. But no, I couldn’t. I had two babies at home (they are now 16 and 14!). I had been in and out of Corporate America, pretending for a short while to claw my way to the top. In 2005, I was alternating between wanting what I thought was professional freedom and needing a stable income. I had developed that combination of freedom and stability by co-founding a small business – which, by the way, is still limping along.

In 2011, I wanted to go back to school. But no, I couldn’t. Syria, homeland of my parents, exploded in a revolution for freedom, dignity, and democracy. I jumped in to support the movement, abandoning family, work, career, and any notion of school. I became a spokesperson for one activist group, then another, and yet another. I wrote articles, opinion pieces, and book chapters on Syria’s revolution. I participated in public debates and started a nonprofit organization called FREE-Syria. I got involved in women’s groups, peace groups, protest groups, and social media groups. I coordinated workshops, facilitated trainings, and gave lectures till I was hoarse. I learned a lot, but I simply did not have time for graduate school.

In 2016, I wanted to go back to school. This had been a dream deferred for nearly 30 years! It was time – as Nike would say – to Just Do It. I stopped thinking about the reasons I didn’t have time. Instead, I focused on all the reasons to make time. I was in “yes, I can” mode.

I applied to AU’s Master of Arts in Strategic Communication program. It was the best I had found in terms of quality, depth, and prestige. Within days, an advisor contacted me. Within weeks, paperwork completed, I got my welcome letter. YES! Yes, I can.

In 2016, I finally went back to school. As you might guess, I was the oldest person in my classes, probably twice the age of the average Masters candidate. In fact, I was probably older than most of my professors. And while my fellow students tended to act a little deferential, at least they didn’t call me Grandma! But everyone –  classmates and professors – taught me something new every day. The class discussions and student interactions kept me engaged; the course materials kept me wanting to learn more. Sometimes the work was challenging; other times it merely validated what I already knew through decades of professional experience.

I really believe that one of the key factors that keeps us motivated is a quest for learning. I think that’s why we go to school and why we travel, make new friends, and seek new experiences. New knowledge just complements and enhances our toolkit of life experiences.

Masters degree
Tens of thousands of dollars and I-don’t-know-how-many-hours-later…


In 2018, I received my Masters in Strategic Communication. Because I learned to stop making excuses. Because I knew I could spend another few decades saying no, I can’t. Because I finally had that moment of clarity: yes, I can. And yes, I did.

I’m sure everyone out there has their own stories of personal achievement. What are some of yours? 


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Thinker of thoughts and writer of words. American by birth. Syrian by blood. International by choice. I moved to #Malaga to preserve my sanity.

8 thoughts on “The 30-year degree. Or: how I finally just did it.”

  1. Your thoughts reminding me of my struggles all these years. I’m so proud of you and I wish I can do the same but I’m still having a hard time of finding myself I wish I can figure out what it is soon before it is too late.


    1. Nagia, thank you for writing! And thank you for the compliments. I wonder if registering for a class might help you find yourself? It’s never to late to learn new things 🙂


  2. Congratulations on your hard work! I should listen to what you’ve said here as I did the same thing.

    In 2007 I started my Masters but opted out with a post-grad Diploma (not sure if the US does these?) instead in 2008, as we were going sailing. I only had 2 subjects to complete my Masters.

    In 2011, I wanted to finish my Masters but found the course had slightly changed and I’d have to now complete 4 subjects. I went travelling for 11 months instead.

    In 2014, I wanted to finish my Masters but now found the course no longer existed. I had to commence a whole new course starting from scratch, with potentially no ‘prior learning points’. The new cost is incredibly expensive and the time seems much too long. I went travelling instead.

    In 2018, I’m still travelling after 4 years without plans to return to Australia just yet so I’m not sure that I want to start another Masters now. There’s always this niggling thought in the back of my mind that I hadn’t finished my Masters, which bugs me though…


      1. Ha, ha, sadly, universities do not believe that learning whilst travelling is similar to (better than) sitting in a room and learning. 🙂

        Please feel free to re-visit my site. I have 179 posts in different countries to read but so many to write still as it really is 30+ years of travelling.

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