So... I graduate tomorrow

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Officially, at least. I kinda did already, really, since my final grades are in and I finished everything. I don't need a ceremony to legitimize that. It guess it might be because I'm not into elaborate rituals, at least not outside of a history book. I have that same problem with religion. I don't even want to go, but my Dad does, so fine, I'll go. It's not a big deal. Except that the toga cost me 33 dollars that I can't afford to spend on something I'm going to wear once and I have to be at the Convention Center at 8:30 in the morning. I don't get up that early even for stuff I actually care about. It doesn't help that I'm PMSing and wavering between OK and sad.

I'm sneaking in some food. I don't know how I'll manage it, but I'm not lasting over three hours without food and water. Why did I agree to go to this thing?

This was not supposed to sound so bitter, but I'm at the sad end of the PMS right now.

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Thank you! It took me seven years because I couldn't make up my mind about what to study and I attended three different colleges. It's been rather epic. I didn't beat my cousin, though. She and her husband took eight years for the same reasons.

I know. The robes thing just rubbed me the wrong way because I've been freaking out about money lately. London really ain't cheap (I'm studying there in the fall). At least two of my friends are graduating with me. They're not that enthused, either, but their parents would kill them if they didn't go.

I'm sure we'll go to eat afterwards. My Dad's really into restaurants, which I love. At least that will make it worth it.