Wow
So I just got my commencement packet from Bradley in the mail. It's got the usual stuff in it: cap and gown order form, dates and times to remember, instructions for where to be, etc. And it hit me all at once.
I graduate from college in less than three months
Holy freaking crap! I mean, I guess I've known in a vague sort of way that my days were numbered. I applied for graduation in August. I'm assembling every permutation of my portfolio that is humanly possible. I've got a couple of job options, and have applied to a really good grad school.
But there is so much left to do. I need to clean my damn room. I need to start slowly moving stuff back home, or else find a storage space, because my lease at Moss ends in June. I need to mine Kyle and Tyler's photo caches, because I don't have any snapshots of my friends. I NEED TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY FRIENDS. I need to get more portfolio pieces out of this semester's classes. (I wish I'd worked harder in earlier semesters, and had better stuff from before) I need to get laid. I need to lose weight. I need to spend more time with my roommates, especially Elo, and she knows why. I need to tell Jim what a great mentor he's been, and I need to kick Ed in the nuts. I need to at least pretend to be Anti-Alias' president, until some saner soul with more time to devote can take the group further than I ever could.
So I have a message for you, commencement:
Fuck you, fuck you right in your goofy hat-wearing face. I'm not ready yet, and you can't make me.
I graduate from college in less than three months
Holy freaking crap! I mean, I guess I've known in a vague sort of way that my days were numbered. I applied for graduation in August. I'm assembling every permutation of my portfolio that is humanly possible. I've got a couple of job options, and have applied to a really good grad school.
But there is so much left to do. I need to clean my damn room. I need to start slowly moving stuff back home, or else find a storage space, because my lease at Moss ends in June. I need to mine Kyle and Tyler's photo caches, because I don't have any snapshots of my friends. I NEED TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY FRIENDS. I need to get more portfolio pieces out of this semester's classes. (I wish I'd worked harder in earlier semesters, and had better stuff from before) I need to get laid. I need to lose weight. I need to spend more time with my roommates, especially Elo, and she knows why. I need to tell Jim what a great mentor he's been, and I need to kick Ed in the nuts. I need to at least pretend to be Anti-Alias' president, until some saner soul with more time to devote can take the group further than I ever could.
So I have a message for you, commencement:
Fuck you, fuck you right in your goofy hat-wearing face. I'm not ready yet, and you can't make me.