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so, today is the first day of the rest of my life.
yesterday, i took the last final exam of my undergraduate career. whenever they send it to me, i will have a BA in literature. I am a college graduate. (unless of course, i don't pass environmental geology, which i don't think will happen, but i suppose it could, and i'll probably be nervous about it till i get my grades) the shock and excitement and freak-out factor of this momentous occasion has been alternatively totally not sinking in yet at all, and making me freak out in bars last night. i definitely started balling at the blue lagoon last night because college is over, and maybe i wasn't really ready to leave that chapter of my life behind, and what the fuck am i gonna do with myself now? last night was a little crazy, though not the me yelling excitedly and taking numerous irish car bombs wearing my giant green foam baileys hat kind of night that i had envisioned. Although i did manage to make it to the poet, where cooler kegs of irish beer were being served in the main room by green clad ladies, to the blue, where i got irish coffee and cried a whole bunch, and i think i saw lots of people i know, but through the tears, im not really sure. And i made it to both parties i wanted to go to last night, although when i got to Megan's it was just getting broken up, and at Kathleen's i spent pretty much the whole time talking to Devin about being a lit major and taking too many green jello shots. then we walked back to marks and i got mad at him for not having any alcohol in the house, which, judging by the way my head feels like something exploded out the back of it right now, i definitely didn't need any more of anyway. so that was my last night of college, officially.
now its time for spring break forever, which is horrifyingly scary but also really exciting. Although it still kind of boggles my mind that they're actually going to give me a degree, this really feels like a big accomplishment to me. Graduating from high school was pretty easy considering all the people around me making sure that i did graduate, funneling me towards the end of it like bumpers on bowling lane gutters. But this, I did. I'm the one who got myself back into college after i dropped out, and made myself go to class and do the work and made the meetings with my advisors and all that. I'm sure somebody would have seriously kicked my ass if i hadn't finished college, but still, I did this, i worked for this, and i deserve it. and that feels pretty good.
yesterday, i took the last final exam of my undergraduate career. whenever they send it to me, i will have a BA in literature. I am a college graduate. (unless of course, i don't pass environmental geology, which i don't think will happen, but i suppose it could, and i'll probably be nervous about it till i get my grades) the shock and excitement and freak-out factor of this momentous occasion has been alternatively totally not sinking in yet at all, and making me freak out in bars last night. i definitely started balling at the blue lagoon last night because college is over, and maybe i wasn't really ready to leave that chapter of my life behind, and what the fuck am i gonna do with myself now? last night was a little crazy, though not the me yelling excitedly and taking numerous irish car bombs wearing my giant green foam baileys hat kind of night that i had envisioned. Although i did manage to make it to the poet, where cooler kegs of irish beer were being served in the main room by green clad ladies, to the blue, where i got irish coffee and cried a whole bunch, and i think i saw lots of people i know, but through the tears, im not really sure. And i made it to both parties i wanted to go to last night, although when i got to Megan's it was just getting broken up, and at Kathleen's i spent pretty much the whole time talking to Devin about being a lit major and taking too many green jello shots. then we walked back to marks and i got mad at him for not having any alcohol in the house, which, judging by the way my head feels like something exploded out the back of it right now, i definitely didn't need any more of anyway. so that was my last night of college, officially.
now its time for spring break forever, which is horrifyingly scary but also really exciting. Although it still kind of boggles my mind that they're actually going to give me a degree, this really feels like a big accomplishment to me. Graduating from high school was pretty easy considering all the people around me making sure that i did graduate, funneling me towards the end of it like bumpers on bowling lane gutters. But this, I did. I'm the one who got myself back into college after i dropped out, and made myself go to class and do the work and made the meetings with my advisors and all that. I'm sure somebody would have seriously kicked my ass if i hadn't finished college, but still, I did this, i worked for this, and i deserve it. and that feels pretty good.