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.
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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Secondly: yeah, graduations can be boring and pointless and paying money for robes you'll only end up wearing for a couple of hours anyway is just absurd. But the fact is, it's not really for you: it's for all those people who've (hopefully) helped you get there. It's a symbol, yeah, but a fairly harmless one and one that makes people happy so it's really one of those things you have to suck up and do.
And hey, afterwards, you can always guilt your dad into taking you out to a really good dinner or something. Much more enjoyable, overall.
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Dad will probably fill an entire memory card with photos. He's a photography geek, so I'll have plenty to choose from.
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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.
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