So there's a total of 8 school days left until I finally can break free of CJ. Not that I'm not completely immersed in sharing the love of the sacred heart of Christ and all, but if I have to sing the almamatter one more time I'm going to gouge my eyes out with a #2 pencil.
I just have one request. Can we move this along a little quicker? The last month has been a parade of easy classes, no tests, no papers...I thought I was scott free until I was smacked across the face with an environmental engineering text book. And I thought I could duck under the radar, grab a diploma, and book it. It was just a senioritis tease. And the cure? An encyclical essay, 3 math tests, a portfolio, a timed write...and unending class discussions of being woman of integrity in college. They're simply dangling the bait of graduation in front of us with each day. What a sick sense of humor the administration has.
Speaking of sick sense of humor. As I tried on my graduation gown - no, not gown, tent. As I tried on my graduation tent today, I realize how completely ridiculous I look. Who came up with this ensemble? Here. Let's stick a giant piece of fabric over your head with fairy sleeves that strangles you when you zip it and makes you look pregnant, clashed with a ridiculous stole that never seems to stay on your shoulders. And, for good measure, a cord. Just in case you want to hang yourself during the guest speaker's speech. Oh, wait, we're not done yet. As if that wasn't enough, here's an elastic banded cap complete with cardboard square and hanging tassel that seems to dance just in your focal point. I suppose I could jab my eye out with that instead of the #2 pencil when we end the ceremony with the almamatter song.
I just have one request. Can we move this along a little quicker? The last month has been a parade of easy classes, no tests, no papers...I thought I was scott free until I was smacked across the face with an environmental engineering text book. And I thought I could duck under the radar, grab a diploma, and book it. It was just a senioritis tease. And the cure? An encyclical essay, 3 math tests, a portfolio, a timed write...and unending class discussions of being woman of integrity in college. They're simply dangling the bait of graduation in front of us with each day. What a sick sense of humor the administration has.
Speaking of sick sense of humor. As I tried on my graduation gown - no, not gown, tent. As I tried on my graduation tent today, I realize how completely ridiculous I look. Who came up with this ensemble? Here. Let's stick a giant piece of fabric over your head with fairy sleeves that strangles you when you zip it and makes you look pregnant, clashed with a ridiculous stole that never seems to stay on your shoulders. And, for good measure, a cord. Just in case you want to hang yourself during the guest speaker's speech. Oh, wait, we're not done yet. As if that wasn't enough, here's an elastic banded cap complete with cardboard square and hanging tassel that seems to dance just in your focal point. I suppose I could jab my eye out with that instead of the #2 pencil when we end the ceremony with the almamatter song.
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