I Graduated, Y’all

Today was the day: the culmination of 3 and a half years of schooling summarized in a ~30 second walk across a stage. I got a considerable amount of loud cheers actually, it felt really good.

There were several highlights to the day.

Prior to the ceremony, all the programs took group pictures together. Alyza and I were in the front row of ours for like a minute before our group photo was taken. The photographer lady was having all of us crouch down so the people behind us could be seen. Apparently the pirate stances Alyza and I were doing were inappropriate because she got really irritated, waved her pointer finger at us and said “no no, I can’t have this – you, come to the front – you two, to the back” and so we were KICKED OUT OF THE FRONT ROW and sent to the back for our group photo. It was actually pretty hilarious.

HNI was of course there (hiii) and upon first seeing him, I WAS ACTUALLY ALLOWED A HUG. (And several more throughout the day – it was rather fantastic, actually, and I should’ve hugged tighter, damnit.) And then he whipped out a recipe for pesto and gave it to me and I was really confused at first, but apparently I asked for it a really long time ago. And in retrospect, I regard this as one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever given me, because it came as a complete surprise and it’s handwritten and awwwwwww. There are other things I’d like to say about this, but I’m too sober, so I’ll keep them to myself. And the last thing I’ll gush about in this section is that I got a picture with him and it’s fabulous.

Lastly, I again didn’t take as many pictures with people or in general of graduation, just like my high school ceremony, and it upsets me. But I know I’m on other’s people’s cameras, so that’s a consoling thing to know. However, of the pictures I did get, I have an absolute favorite and I keep looking at it because it’s ten kinds of glorious.

I mean, really. We had to.

Why 8 AM?

Tomorrow, I “officially” graduate college.

Frankly, I’m still pissed I have to get up at 6 AM in the morning so I can be there at 8. 8!? 8 IN THE MORNING? I DON’T EVEN WAKE UP THAT EARLY FOR WORK. Seriously. I’ve been complaining about this for months, and now that the time is finally here, I’m STILL annoyed about it. Idk where I’ll actually head to bed but I’ll be getting somewhere around 6 hours of sleep tonight. Which is NOT enough for me to function at my optimal proficiency.

On the bright side though, I did buy special heels for tomorrow’s ceremony. I had seen them earlier in the week at Nordstrom Rack and the color really stood out to me – they’re like an extremely light robin’s egg blue. They remind me of my mom’s shoes that she wore when she went to get her marriage license. I’m pretty excited to wear them.

I also really hope they’ll feed us at least some kind of snacks while we’re there rehearsing because it’s a whole 3 hours of being there before all our relatives arrive. I’m surprisingly not really scared about driving to the venue though. It’s a straight shot on a freeway, basically. (YAY for conquering fears!!)

One thing I am annoyed about, besides the whole waking up at 6 thing, is that the dress I’m wearing tomorrow shrunk when I washed it (I air dried it outside) and because it shrunk, the zipper does this weird thing where it pulls the fabric in the back up and it looks really weird like I have some kind of awful wedgie or something. But I’m still going to wear it because I’d planned for weeks that it was going to be my graduation dress.

And with that, I think I’ll turn in and read some Hunger Games before bed.

That Grad Life

Today was nice. The weather was pleasant for a good portion, (it’s been raining since ~4 PM) so I had a great run before I headed off to school for the graduation fair, which thankfully, despite the power going out and all the classes being cancelled, was still going on.

Hit up the bar after followed by hanging out with Alyza and Tina for a bit and I just finished watching about 2 hours of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I’m seriously in love with that show.

A Graduation Post.

I just spent the last 10 minutes or so crying about a DAYDREAM. The Glee season finale (which I will discuss shortly) peppered me up, but I had a good little cry session in the mirror (I know, this just sounds all kinds of odd) and now I feel better. What threw me over the edge was imagining my future daughter (if I were to ever have such a thing) telling me she had an imaginary friend named Lena and I immediately knew it was my great-grandmother. And I just started bawling. I am of the nature to believe in such things, and I wonder if even though I imagined this, it was her way of saying hello from the other side tonight. She passed away about 13 years ago and I don’t often think about her, but I have a strong feeling she poked my brain. WHAT IF IT WAS A PREMONITION THOUGH!? Oh my god, children…that I popped out…
 
I’m not entirely against having kids. I mean, don’t get me wrong, for the most part I am. They’re a huge responsibility among many, many other things. But if the right person came along and really wanted to have kids with me, I might consider it…I could be swayed. BUT I NEVER SAID THAT. *COUGH*
 
So about that Glee finale! I missed it last week, and I actually, believe it or not, had time to watch it tonight! First of all, the music choices were pretty great. What got me though was the graduation ceremony. That was LITERALLY the most unrealistic graduation ceremony I have ever seen on television. They were called out of alphabetical order, they freaking CAME OUT THROUGH CURTAINS and there were about 35 graduating seniors on that stage. Their high school cannot be a multi-national sports champion high school with so little graduates – no way in flaming hell. 
 
However, that particular scene jogged the reminiscence of my high school graduation and that’s when I started being on the verge of tears. I remember feeling nervous and excited as well as sad. I was extra nervous and excited because I was in choir my senior year (BEST FUCKING 6TH HOUR IN THE WORLD, BTW) and we performed at graduation. I wore my very high heeled Guess by Marciano wedges and happened to be on the top steps of the choral stairs. I had no trouble getting up there, but getting down was a different story. I personally think it was one of the most amusing parts of the whole ceremony and I look back on it with merriment. I got stuck on the top step (mostly due to fear of falling down and breaking my ankles or something of that nature) long after the rest of the choir had exited. I think about 2 or 3 of friends lagged behind to watch me struggle to get off the steps, and my fellow graduate friend Heather helped me down. I remember the audience laughing (me included) as our principal took to the microphone and I was still perched up there afraid of stepping down and slightly screaming for someone to help me down.
 

Oh look, it’s 17 year old me with short hair. Graduated with honors, bitches! Historian for National Honor Society 8). I think I might’ve been a little heavier here. I think. Maybe. I’m not sure.

Anyway, after remembering my high school graduation, I imagined what my college graduation might be like. I determined that I will probably cry, a lot. And hug people. Like, a lot a lot. I’ll probably be so emotional I’ll say really awkward things to people (it’s inevitable, I did it at my HS graduation too; I still feel embarrassed by those memories) and probably do awkward and embarrassing things as well.And then I shall be thrust into the real world.
 
And I will cry and wish I was a stupid teenager again with next to nothing responsibility, zero loan payment bills, and “real” summer vacations where I could stay up until 4 AM talking to friends on messenger chats and trolling the interwebz. Oh youth, where art thou gone?
ETA: WHY IS MY BLOG FUCKING UP THE LOOK OF THE TEXT TONIGHT. WHAT IS THIS SHIT.