i have been putting off writing about my graduation because i haven't yet been able to do so without sounding like a whiny bitch. now that i've had a few days to cool down, here's my best shot:
- it poured.
started at the beginning of the ceremony, stopped at the end. it rain exclusively on us. i have never been so cold, wet and miserable in my life.
- i have no friends.
standing in the line-up area with 4,000 people i did not know was depressing. even more so when i realized the fact that everyone else was in big bunches of their best friends in the whole wide world. somehow i managed to make it through my entire college career without meeting a single person.
- my family did not want to be there.
despite the fact that they were sitting all dry and covered, they cheered for the ceremony to end early, without me actually getting to walk up and get my diploma memento.
- no one took a picture of me in my silly outfit.
actually no one took pictures of me at all. no pictures of me graduating, no pictures of me with my diploma memento, no pictures of me with family members. my mother didn't even bring a camera. if they had tried to take pictures of me i would have rolled my eyes and acted embarrassed, but so what? that's my job, pictures are their job. (side note: at my cousin's graduation a week earlier the amount of pictures taken was unbelievable. my aunt had to change memory cards).
- i couldn't find my father.
this is probably the one thing i will do in my entire life that will make him happy, and think that i'm not a total failure. not to mention he is the one person guaranteed to embarrass the fuck out of me, and i couldn't find him. i knew where he was during the ceremony, but somehow i lost track of him at the end. he doesn't have a cell phone (in fact he still uses an electric typewriter), and there were just way too many people.
- i did not get a single graduation present.
well this is not entirely true. my grandfather and brian's parent's both gave me money, but what about the people that i actually care about? my mommy? brian? they didn't even give me a card. i don't really care about the materialistic, but i am the kind of person that likes to save shit like that and make dumb scrapbooks.
what do i have to remember this by? no pictures, no cards, just a soggy hat and a water stained diploma memento. woohoo. can't even get a fucking job. sure glad i wasted 5 years of my life.
- it poured.
started at the beginning of the ceremony, stopped at the end. it rain exclusively on us. i have never been so cold, wet and miserable in my life.
- i have no friends.
standing in the line-up area with 4,000 people i did not know was depressing. even more so when i realized the fact that everyone else was in big bunches of their best friends in the whole wide world. somehow i managed to make it through my entire college career without meeting a single person.
- my family did not want to be there.
despite the fact that they were sitting all dry and covered, they cheered for the ceremony to end early, without me actually getting to walk up and get my diploma memento.
- no one took a picture of me in my silly outfit.
actually no one took pictures of me at all. no pictures of me graduating, no pictures of me with my diploma memento, no pictures of me with family members. my mother didn't even bring a camera. if they had tried to take pictures of me i would have rolled my eyes and acted embarrassed, but so what? that's my job, pictures are their job. (side note: at my cousin's graduation a week earlier the amount of pictures taken was unbelievable. my aunt had to change memory cards).
- i couldn't find my father.
this is probably the one thing i will do in my entire life that will make him happy, and think that i'm not a total failure. not to mention he is the one person guaranteed to embarrass the fuck out of me, and i couldn't find him. i knew where he was during the ceremony, but somehow i lost track of him at the end. he doesn't have a cell phone (in fact he still uses an electric typewriter), and there were just way too many people.
- i did not get a single graduation present.
well this is not entirely true. my grandfather and brian's parent's both gave me money, but what about the people that i actually care about? my mommy? brian? they didn't even give me a card. i don't really care about the materialistic, but i am the kind of person that likes to save shit like that and make dumb scrapbooks.
what do i have to remember this by? no pictures, no cards, just a soggy hat and a water stained diploma memento. woohoo. can't even get a fucking job. sure glad i wasted 5 years of my life.
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I graduated from the U of Oklahoma. We too had about 4,000 grads. It took fucking forever. All I remember was about a thousand Africans getting public health degrees.
I walked home after thinking, okay now what. To be honest I'm still asking myself that question, but it does get easier and less fatal feeling.
If you think you wasted 5 years, yous crazy. My sister is the smartest person I've ever known. She reads like 3 books simultaneously, and has basically since childhood, but she doesn't have a degree and always has to tolerate shite jobs. A college degree will definitely lessen your pain in the job world.
Any way, any way. Trust me Dude. Things always improve. I know. I've been to the depths many times. It's a roller coaster. You just have to wait for the up click.
I prescribe a dose of Metal Church. I've got it blasting and I'm just waiting for neighbors to complain. Bring it beotches!
Don't be a stranger. oxoxo
It'll be great.