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so yes, saturday was graduation. i never thought i'd be there. everything was kind of surreal, and since i have another goal ahead of me, i was able to do the classic sarah thing and not be super excited about what was happening to me.
the end of last week was fucking hectic. wed move stuff and take two finals while worrying what my mother was doing to my stuff as she threw it into the pickup and my car. thursday was rehire day and a visit to the village. friday we drove back to mt. pleasant and andy came up later. spent the night in a hotel and then bright and early saturday morning i had to look like an academic...an adult. crazy. i had to be at the sac before 8:30 in order to stand around and scan the other 1000 graudates looking for my fellow pat members. found them and we had joy in making fun of (while being half in awe of) the professors in their colorful robes. this one guy we decided was the pimp of them all in his light blue, gold, and red robes. he even had the little velvet hat with tassle and thought he was in need of a pimp cane, but of course, he had some kind of small stick with another tassle on it. we were then happy with his pimpness. seriously, the more people i saw in their robes, the more i felt like i was at a renaissance fair. they were just missing the short poufy pants and the tights. it was all kind of rammed home when, before we did our little walk into rose arena, we were informed that afterwards we'd have to walk through "the gauntlet" of professors. nice touch. also, the fake diploma i was given upon my name being called turned out to be a letter from the alumni association letting me know where to generously donate my money. um yeah. they're not gettin anything for getting rid of my program.
walking in there, i had absolutely no clue where my parents, andy, grandma, aunt and uncle, and other grandma ended up. the arena was packed and loud, with everyone jumping and waving like they wanted to be the next people on the price is right. i never did find them until about 15 minutes after the ceremony was over, on the way out the door. but there were some people missing. apparently, my aunt, uncle and grandma who decided to come up in the morning had run into a slightly large, hairy problem. it was in the form of a deer who ran into the side of their car, breaking a window and leaving shit smeared all over the side of the car. this happened about 20 minutes away from mt. p. they got a rental and headed over to rose, but they had left the graduation tickets in the wrecked car. so they had some food and went back home. oh yes, and i forgot to mention that the deer unfortunately did not die with the collision with the car. nope, the police officer that came to the scene had to shoot it. in front of my family. how horrible. everyone is fine, but i feel so bad.
so after the ceremony we went home. andy and i got pizzas and went to my house and a good number of the family came over. it was a good time, but the whole situation is touchy. i guess i've partly not let myself be really excited for my accomplishments because i have so many cousins around my age that haven't exactly chosen the same path. i am the first on both sides of the family to go away and actually finish a 4 year degree right out of high school. now i'm in completely untouched territory with the master's degree.
i'm not out to make anyone feel badly. this is just how i see to go about things for myself. i wish everyone else saw it that way and didn't have to allude to what other cousins are up to and do all kinds of comparing. i'm such an overachiever it's horrible, but it's what i demand of myself, not of anyone else.
so i thought things were going well with me downplaying what was going on and nobody really saying anything that could make anyone else feel bad, until i went to my grandma's house on sunday. she preceded to give my cousin andy (who is about a year older than me and after getting over some issues, has a good job and is going to school)the program from the ceremony and told him to look at it and "look for your smart cousin." i was and still am completely horrified. i know she wasn't thinking about it, but seriously that sounds fucking horrible. arg. i hate being stuck in situations like that. my cousins and i don't talk much on that side of the family, and after that i don't see how our communication is going to get much better.
i start work this weekend. i'm kind of bummed they gave my cool dress away and that i have to go back because they can't hem a dress without the exact pair of shoes i'm going to wear with it. they've never done that to me before. whatever.
i need to end this entry now. its too long to begin with and my parents' sucky connection keeps kickin me off like every 2 seconds. until later.
the end of last week was fucking hectic. wed move stuff and take two finals while worrying what my mother was doing to my stuff as she threw it into the pickup and my car. thursday was rehire day and a visit to the village. friday we drove back to mt. pleasant and andy came up later. spent the night in a hotel and then bright and early saturday morning i had to look like an academic...an adult. crazy. i had to be at the sac before 8:30 in order to stand around and scan the other 1000 graudates looking for my fellow pat members. found them and we had joy in making fun of (while being half in awe of) the professors in their colorful robes. this one guy we decided was the pimp of them all in his light blue, gold, and red robes. he even had the little velvet hat with tassle and thought he was in need of a pimp cane, but of course, he had some kind of small stick with another tassle on it. we were then happy with his pimpness. seriously, the more people i saw in their robes, the more i felt like i was at a renaissance fair. they were just missing the short poufy pants and the tights. it was all kind of rammed home when, before we did our little walk into rose arena, we were informed that afterwards we'd have to walk through "the gauntlet" of professors. nice touch. also, the fake diploma i was given upon my name being called turned out to be a letter from the alumni association letting me know where to generously donate my money. um yeah. they're not gettin anything for getting rid of my program.
walking in there, i had absolutely no clue where my parents, andy, grandma, aunt and uncle, and other grandma ended up. the arena was packed and loud, with everyone jumping and waving like they wanted to be the next people on the price is right. i never did find them until about 15 minutes after the ceremony was over, on the way out the door. but there were some people missing. apparently, my aunt, uncle and grandma who decided to come up in the morning had run into a slightly large, hairy problem. it was in the form of a deer who ran into the side of their car, breaking a window and leaving shit smeared all over the side of the car. this happened about 20 minutes away from mt. p. they got a rental and headed over to rose, but they had left the graduation tickets in the wrecked car. so they had some food and went back home. oh yes, and i forgot to mention that the deer unfortunately did not die with the collision with the car. nope, the police officer that came to the scene had to shoot it. in front of my family. how horrible. everyone is fine, but i feel so bad.
so after the ceremony we went home. andy and i got pizzas and went to my house and a good number of the family came over. it was a good time, but the whole situation is touchy. i guess i've partly not let myself be really excited for my accomplishments because i have so many cousins around my age that haven't exactly chosen the same path. i am the first on both sides of the family to go away and actually finish a 4 year degree right out of high school. now i'm in completely untouched territory with the master's degree.
i'm not out to make anyone feel badly. this is just how i see to go about things for myself. i wish everyone else saw it that way and didn't have to allude to what other cousins are up to and do all kinds of comparing. i'm such an overachiever it's horrible, but it's what i demand of myself, not of anyone else.
so i thought things were going well with me downplaying what was going on and nobody really saying anything that could make anyone else feel bad, until i went to my grandma's house on sunday. she preceded to give my cousin andy (who is about a year older than me and after getting over some issues, has a good job and is going to school)the program from the ceremony and told him to look at it and "look for your smart cousin." i was and still am completely horrified. i know she wasn't thinking about it, but seriously that sounds fucking horrible. arg. i hate being stuck in situations like that. my cousins and i don't talk much on that side of the family, and after that i don't see how our communication is going to get much better.
i start work this weekend. i'm kind of bummed they gave my cool dress away and that i have to go back because they can't hem a dress without the exact pair of shoes i'm going to wear with it. they've never done that to me before. whatever.
i need to end this entry now. its too long to begin with and my parents' sucky connection keeps kickin me off like every 2 seconds. until later.