If you happened to read my previous post which was written in a fit of the dismals after witnessing Hermione Granger's love life unraveling, I'm truly sorry. I did not mean to subject you to that, but my mood dictates the crap I write sometimes.
So in the meanwhile, something fairly insignificant happened.
I graduated.
Yeah, yeah, I know it's just a big, humongous fuss. You've already kicked and clawed your way out of the mouth of hell and are now wandering Middle Earth hoping to get to higher ground. However, hell will call you back one more time, to congratulate you on your escape and give you a piece of paper saying you are now an engineer. Woo hoo.
Highlights included a final tussle with one of the brown nosing college staff, and I won! It may be unladylike to argue with a bald guy who thinks that we will submissively buckle as we did during our student days and oblige to listen to the load of crap they were trying to dump on us from the stage, but I did.
Ha! In your face, bald guy. That felt good.
The crap they were unloading on stage was even worse. God, it made me wish I had skipped the whole thing. Who wants photos with a black coat and a degree?? Well, apart from my parents.
Anyway, I will never have to go back there again. Now I can snap out of writing about how much I hate my college. Your days of agony are over, my faithful readers. You can now hear me complain about a ton of other stuff!
So in the meanwhile, something fairly insignificant happened.
I graduated.
Yeah, yeah, I know it's just a big, humongous fuss. You've already kicked and clawed your way out of the mouth of hell and are now wandering Middle Earth hoping to get to higher ground. However, hell will call you back one more time, to congratulate you on your escape and give you a piece of paper saying you are now an engineer. Woo hoo.
Highlights included a final tussle with one of the brown nosing college staff, and I won! It may be unladylike to argue with a bald guy who thinks that we will submissively buckle as we did during our student days and oblige to listen to the load of crap they were trying to dump on us from the stage, but I did.
Ha! In your face, bald guy. That felt good.
The crap they were unloading on stage was even worse. God, it made me wish I had skipped the whole thing. Who wants photos with a black coat and a degree?? Well, apart from my parents.
Anyway, I will never have to go back there again. Now I can snap out of writing about how much I hate my college. Your days of agony are over, my faithful readers. You can now hear me complain about a ton of other stuff!
