This is probably tl;dr, but whatever
I have taken my last final. After I hand in my last project to Professor Frielund tomorrow, that's it. I'm done with college. I'm done with school.
I picked up my cap and gown today.
I'm not entirely sure how I feel. Accomplishment, I suppose, because I'm done, but I'm also done. For the moment I have nothing planned. Not grad school, no job, nothing. I've never been much for thinking about the future. Now it comes to bite me in the ass, I suppose.
Oh well. I'll figure something out eventually.
And I need to learn to stop speaking so soon. Dad was readmitted to the hospital last night, with a fever from an infection. He may not make it out for my graduation. Mom keeps telling me that he's feeling strong, but ... everything is so touch and go.
I never thought I'd live through something like this. I hate it. I just want him to get better, and who knows if he ever will? It was really hard seeing him in the hospital four years ago when this first started, and it's not gotten any better.
I picked up my cap and gown today.
I'm not entirely sure how I feel. Accomplishment, I suppose, because I'm done, but I'm also done. For the moment I have nothing planned. Not grad school, no job, nothing. I've never been much for thinking about the future. Now it comes to bite me in the ass, I suppose.
Oh well. I'll figure something out eventually.
And I need to learn to stop speaking so soon. Dad was readmitted to the hospital last night, with a fever from an infection. He may not make it out for my graduation. Mom keeps telling me that he's feeling strong, but ... everything is so touch and go.
I never thought I'd live through something like this. I hate it. I just want him to get better, and who knows if he ever will? It was really hard seeing him in the hospital four years ago when this first started, and it's not gotten any better.