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I passed the MTEL.
I can't even really explain how I felt when I found out I passed. It was like--like a body high. I mean, I literally felt my blood buzzing in the little capillaries in my ears--I was just so happy to know--that I will get out of this fucking flaming hell-hole of a college and be a real--Benjamin-Braddock-ready-to-go-16 years-of-education
GRADUATE.
Thank fucking god.
How does one celebrate such a momentous occasion? Dinner and drinks with my friends--the hippie lettuce--mashup dance party in the spare room--and kitty snuggling.
I plan to carry my celebration over today with a massage (paid for by BP!), gettin my hurrr-did, shopping for a purse and flats with my BFFF+BF, and then going out (preferably somewhere with a dance floor).
I said it the other day: all the nasty things that people say--well I'm gonna make it anyway and I really meant it. I've been so many harder things in my life--Wheelock shouldn't even merit an honorable mention.
I can't even really explain how I felt when I found out I passed. It was like--like a body high. I mean, I literally felt my blood buzzing in the little capillaries in my ears--I was just so happy to know--that I will get out of this fucking flaming hell-hole of a college and be a real--Benjamin-Braddock-ready-to-go-16 years-of-education
GRADUATE.
Thank fucking god.
How does one celebrate such a momentous occasion? Dinner and drinks with my friends--the hippie lettuce--mashup dance party in the spare room--and kitty snuggling.
I plan to carry my celebration over today with a massage (paid for by BP!), gettin my hurrr-did, shopping for a purse and flats with my BFFF+BF, and then going out (preferably somewhere with a dance floor).
I said it the other day: all the nasty things that people say--well I'm gonna make it anyway and I really meant it. I've been so many harder things in my life--Wheelock shouldn't even merit an honorable mention.