Right. So now you know why I haven’t really written in a while. Oh, the fun doesnt end yet. Tommorrow I have to wake up at 4am again in order to get ready to get to my graduation ceremony. They require all students to get there at 8am at the latest, and the guests are “encouraged to arrive as early as possible in order to get the best seating”. Ofcourse, my parents want to get there at 6:30am so that they get to see their pride-and-joy (referring to me, ofcourse…that one had me stumped for a bit too till I realize my parents dont have any other kids to be prod of, so they were stuck being proud of me no matter how badly I screw up) being conferred his degree (which is such a sham anyways since my actual certificate arrived by mail 3 months earlier). This is probably the last thing that will ever be signified as an “achievement” in my life, so Im playing along for the sake of my family’s happiness .

Now, some things about the graduation ceremony dont make sense to me:

• These people have NO clue about students, do they. I mean, we spend 4 years in college sleeping late at night (or early in the morning, in most cases), wake up in the afternoon if we dont have morning classes (well, even if we do), and pretty much are hardly functional between the hours of 6am to 12pm. Now they torture us by making us walk at freaking 9am?!!! Madness.
• Why don’t they hand us our real certificates during the ceremony? Why give us “a paper the signifies the diploma” and then hand the real thing over to us later? Don’t they think we’re responsible enough to take the diploma from the Dean and hand it over carefully to mommy at the end of the day. Maybe they DO know about our morning inefficiencies (see above).
• What’s with the complicated garb we are supposed to be wearing? Again, if this is a celebration of our entire college life, shouldn’t we all show up in sweatpants and sandals? I don’t fucking want to be wearing a stole or a “tassel”…sounds like a girl’s accessories anyways. I also got two bright orange “honors cords” to wear around my waist. Is this so everyone in the audience can easily recognize the orange wasited students and go “poor geeks. they didn’t have much of a life in college. hope they atleast enjoyed the last Star Wars movie”.

Madness, I tell you. Sheer, fucking madness.