I graduated this weekend! Supposedly, I’m now a contributing, functioning adult in society, but we all know this isn’t true. Here are some of the weekend highlights.
The English Graduation
My father told my Distinguished Professor (the university gave her this title, not me) that we should cover the grain mills of Buffalo in Christmas lights, than spray the mills with water in the winter so it freezes into a techno light ice sculpture that would become sort of like a Mecca for E dropping ravers everywhere (he didn’t actually mention the E dropping ravers part, but we know this would happen).
The Honors Graduation
While my fellow Honors students contemplated their futures as
The Undergraduate Graduation
I’m not sure what my favourite part about this graduation was. It’s probably a four way tie between the freezing rain, the discussion NPR was having about the very options for the class of 2011 on the way to the graduation, the way I magnificently tripped into my chair over the laps of my English major comrades, or the part where my esteemed university herded us out the back door of the arena into the above mentioned freezing rain. In a lot of ways, I feel like this is symbolic of the journey from student to graduate as a whole: you’re on your own now, whether you’ve got an umbrella or not. Luckily, my parents soon drove me back to their house where I am currently festering until I make enough money to leave Buffalo (or I made it big on epublishing, which ever happens first).
So on that note, whether you’re despairing in your parents’ basement until you find a job that doesn’t involve sacrificing your dignity, or you’re heading off to work for
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