some thoughts on graduating

it is 10:10pm as i begin writing this, just over an hour since we all chucked our caps in the air at graduation. in an ideal world graduation would be some kind of epic ceremony — woo! accomplishment! happiness! celebration of everything in the past and everything that is to come!

but i just got home after the sky had gone completely dark, after running from eagle bank arena to the car under a rumbling thunderstorm, clutching in my gown a diploma i’ve slaved too long over to let touch a single raindrop. i’m not even attending angp, so i’m just hunched over my desk at home typing away on a laptop, but everything still seems a tiny bit surreal. school has become so deeply ingrained within me that i still feel like i’ll groggily wake up monday morning after sleeping through 50 alarms and pass out in the back of the bus while riding to the building i’ve spent many of my waking hours in for the past four years.