An absurd, unsentimental conclusion to four (and, okay, 1/2) years of school
My last exam concluded at 11 yesterday morning, and I'm now unofficially a college graduate.
I expected to be much more freaked out than I am. Of course, I am staying on next semester, based on my father's suggestion (y wallet), so it's not much of a transition. I'll be bridging the semester gap between undergrad and grad work by finishing my English BA. (A semester of Chaucer, Shakespeare and language theory...now I remember why I didn't go for the double major in the first place!) Two undergraduate degrees can't HURT, right?...and then I'll be pursuing two Masters degrees...I think I'll have had my fill of school before I get to the PhD level.
I don't strike myself as a PhD type, anyway.
I had cocktails and dinner in Buckhead last night (dahling). What a way to append UGA! At a decadent party, I was the least opulent attendee; I wanted to feel properly smurfed, but couldn't summon it. I should feel impressed by millionaire businessmen, right--or awed, or humbled? Yet all I could think was that it must be dull to toil away as an engineer. At moments I could've killed for a bit of Lewis and a quiet corner.
I got a lot of congratulations on my matriculation*...and one on my height. I'm much prouder of my height. ('Course, it's facilitated by my Mary Janes...my gorgeous high-heeled Mary Janes!)I also got the standard questions regarding the practical use of a religion degree, which bothered me as acutely as always. I also had a conversation on Catholic principles with a nice Presbyterian woman, a subject which I still love to pieces.
I've got another Buckhead party with the 'rents on Saturday; if I hadn't vetoed having the graduation dinner there, it could've been thrice in one week. Very uppity. My degree, I'm thinking, won't lend itself to making Buckhead a regular factor in my life. (I think I appreciate that about it.)
...I'm bored of my babble now...and I suspect, if you've in fact gotten this far, that you are, too. Let's move on to grander things, shall we?
And now, winter break. I don't know what I'm more excited about: receiving my Anchor, or the NY'sE Ty concert at the Hollow. Both, of course, are significant events for a student of religion: the Anchor is an ideal touchstone for a future seminarian (I'm going to pore over it like a nerd), and there's certainly something holy in the way Ty preforms. (After all, doesn't Ecclesiastes 3:4 say "[there is] a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to gyrate suggestively"? Thus I'm confident that I'm not misleading you when I say that my NY'sE will be spent almost commendably as one could be say, at Mass.)
My perfunctory NY's resolution: at no time during 2006 will I eat an entire jar of mayonnaise in one sitting. (I think that's a fairly safe one, don't you?)
*isn't "matriculation" a hideous and imposing word? But, then, isn't "esoteric" just the BEST of words? Does it warm your heart that I've explored both aesthetic linguistic polarities in one unassuming lil' entry?
...you're judging me now, aren't you?
I expected to be much more freaked out than I am. Of course, I am staying on next semester, based on my father's suggestion (y wallet), so it's not much of a transition. I'll be bridging the semester gap between undergrad and grad work by finishing my English BA. (A semester of Chaucer, Shakespeare and language theory...now I remember why I didn't go for the double major in the first place!) Two undergraduate degrees can't HURT, right?...and then I'll be pursuing two Masters degrees...I think I'll have had my fill of school before I get to the PhD level.
I don't strike myself as a PhD type, anyway.
I had cocktails and dinner in Buckhead last night (dahling). What a way to append UGA! At a decadent party, I was the least opulent attendee; I wanted to feel properly smurfed, but couldn't summon it. I should feel impressed by millionaire businessmen, right--or awed, or humbled? Yet all I could think was that it must be dull to toil away as an engineer. At moments I could've killed for a bit of Lewis and a quiet corner.
I got a lot of congratulations on my matriculation*...and one on my height. I'm much prouder of my height. ('Course, it's facilitated by my Mary Janes...my gorgeous high-heeled Mary Janes!)I also got the standard questions regarding the practical use of a religion degree, which bothered me as acutely as always. I also had a conversation on Catholic principles with a nice Presbyterian woman, a subject which I still love to pieces.
I've got another Buckhead party with the 'rents on Saturday; if I hadn't vetoed having the graduation dinner there, it could've been thrice in one week. Very uppity. My degree, I'm thinking, won't lend itself to making Buckhead a regular factor in my life. (I think I appreciate that about it.)
...I'm bored of my babble now...and I suspect, if you've in fact gotten this far, that you are, too. Let's move on to grander things, shall we?
And now, winter break. I don't know what I'm more excited about: receiving my Anchor, or the NY'sE Ty concert at the Hollow. Both, of course, are significant events for a student of religion: the Anchor is an ideal touchstone for a future seminarian (I'm going to pore over it like a nerd), and there's certainly something holy in the way Ty preforms. (After all, doesn't Ecclesiastes 3:4 say "[there is] a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to gyrate suggestively"? Thus I'm confident that I'm not misleading you when I say that my NY'sE will be spent almost commendably as one could be say, at Mass.)
My perfunctory NY's resolution: at no time during 2006 will I eat an entire jar of mayonnaise in one sitting. (I think that's a fairly safe one, don't you?)
*isn't "matriculation" a hideous and imposing word? But, then, isn't "esoteric" just the BEST of words? Does it warm your heart that I've explored both aesthetic linguistic polarities in one unassuming lil' entry?
...you're judging me now, aren't you?