Oh my. So, I went to graduation. I sat there. I listened to all the wonderful things said about the Class of 2009. All of the thought-provoking words conveying that things today are most certainly not as bad today as they were during the Great Depression were.... inspiring? People moved their tassels. People threw their hats. Then three days later I started class again.
I'm so sick of school. Five years was at least one year too many. I can't take it anymore. I don't like being at home and constantly having stuff I should be doing. I know working is boring and monotonous and everyone hates it, but I have a hard time believing I won't absolutely love it--even if only at first.
No homework? No tests? Coming home and realizing that even though there's stuff to do it can't be done until you're back at the office? That sounds like heaven. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
And this negative number next to my name is getting hideously big. I don't mean to complain because it's not even close to what it cost me to go to school for 5 years (including one year in Moscow), but I want that number to start getting smaller. Or even stay the same for a while! A salary? Yes, please.
Six more weeks. Only six more weeks of whining and complaining about how much school sucks. Then I'm free. Even if it's just free to start complaining about real life, sign me up.
