Quite Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
Ok, this is a rant, so just scroll down the page to someone who thinks in normal ters. The thing is, I am to graduate tomorrow and I just don't care. At all, I couldn't give a toss about the whole ceremony, I will spend 5 seconds having some dopey old bastard draping a hood ineffectively over me, and then pick up a random scroll. The reality is that I just couldn't care less. I suppose I am just slightly disillusioned by the whole process of ordering gowns, General council fees et al, it is supposed to be a celebration of academic success, when quite clearly it is m\little more than an opportunity to make money, but then again everthing else about University is. It is odd, I am very proud of my degree, it is without a doubt my greatest acheivement, but I don't really think that a ceremony will improve it. I alos suppose I find it a touch annoying that I am put in the same category as someone who did bugger all but scraped a 13.5 average, when I worked hard and have effectively nothing more to show. It is also odd because I don't think of myself as being part of St Andrews anymore. My life and work are outside it, and while I have friends there it isn't the same. I also fel it is a sham, I made all my farewells and goodbye's before, and now I seem to be in a position where I have to do it again, it is the actor who keeps making encores even when everyone just wants him to go. So I don't care about tomorow, whihc is odd because my family and evryone else think it is some great deal and acheivement, when quite honestly I was always going to graduate, only the score varied. So I suppose I will pretend to be enthusiastic for their sakes, but quite honestly I couldn't give a fuck!