d-u-n done
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
Kinda sad how unsentimental I am about this whole end-of-college deal.
I guess we all have our own internal clocks & I guess my university timer went off ... well ... probably about a year ago. I think when Mary got on that bus to go home for her graduation, my heart kind of checked out. (Is that why my grades that semester were so terrible? Good thing they don't count towards GPA ...)
I was talking with Marianne on the phone today now that's she back in Texas and she said something about "It's so hard to come back and readjust after just 4 months, I can't imagine what you went through coming back after a year."
I think there are two variables to my survival:
1.) Self-imposed isolationism ... because to a certain extent, numbing myself to how much I had missed made it easier to start anew.
2.) Group-imposed rejection ... yeah, being kicked out of my sorority (though I can't use that phrase because I "left on good terms") ... basically losing all my friends with one sheet of paperwork and adjustment of website forced me to get over college & move on early.
As if I wasn't already a bitter enough Temple student ... thanks to those who stood by me & made this semester the best it could be.
And get my college graduate self
on that plane to Phoenix.
Oh, but before that, hand me that $50,000 sheet of paper. Make it out to "Magna Cum Laude."
Kinda sad how unsentimental I am about this whole end-of-college deal.
I guess we all have our own internal clocks & I guess my university timer went off ... well ... probably about a year ago. I think when Mary got on that bus to go home for her graduation, my heart kind of checked out. (Is that why my grades that semester were so terrible? Good thing they don't count towards GPA ...)
I was talking with Marianne on the phone today now that's she back in Texas and she said something about "It's so hard to come back and readjust after just 4 months, I can't imagine what you went through coming back after a year."
I think there are two variables to my survival:
1.) Self-imposed isolationism ... because to a certain extent, numbing myself to how much I had missed made it easier to start anew.
2.) Group-imposed rejection ... yeah, being kicked out of my sorority (though I can't use that phrase because I "left on good terms") ... basically losing all my friends with one sheet of paperwork and adjustment of website forced me to get over college & move on early.
As if I wasn't already a bitter enough Temple student ... thanks to those who stood by me & made this semester the best it could be.
And get my college graduate self
on that plane to Phoenix.
Oh, but before that, hand me that $50,000 sheet of paper. Make it out to "Magna Cum Laude."