I've been graduated.
Meanwhile, did you know that's the grammatically correct way to say it? Learned that during my undergrad, yes I did.
From a psychopathic professor who would put my hand to his scratchy bearded mouth and yell into it.
My undergrad was weird.
This time around though! Also weird, I'm afraid.
But less mouth-to-hand screaming, so that was a relief.
Could have done without all of the rank hippies eating themselves free of the cover crop rows, lunatics running rampant in the greenhouse breaking plants, blind high stoners wandering aimlessly through lab messing shit up and the general teenagery Santa Cruz-ness of it all, too, but I guess that's part of the fun?
Sure, fun. Let's call it that.
Heh. I love it when people said that back in the day when nobody used swears. "You're 23? Like fun you are!"
And, hey! I have time for random again! I mean, sort of.
Like yesterday when I searched up my final grades and found that I did, in fact, get all As and then took that as a cue to conduct a little activity demanded by my dear friend, Shelley.
And then a hundred other people said that to me over the last two years as I bashed them about the head and ears with my test and course scores because I'm terribly self-congratulatory.
I'm also overly-familiar, rudely blunt, foul-mouthed, unforgiving of poor grammar and spelling and not that good at mowing the lawn.
And now that we have some of my most heinous flaws out there for you all to ogle, check this shit out:
|I call it my Shrine of Self Congratulation. Also Where the Tonic Lives.|
That's right. I kept all of my school paperwork and tests organized for just such an occasion and also because I'm self-indulgent and sentimental.
|It's making me nuts that the folders are out of chronological order.|
Now, contrary to my previous declaration, I didn't actually get all As on all things. I mean, yes, I did get all As on my final transcript, but there were a few exams here and there where I didn't get As. Thankfully, some of the professors are tech-fearful and don't use the online learning system so I couldn't see all of my final exam scores, but one of them is less fearful than others and I know that I got a C on a final last semester.
A C! I know. Horrid. Still though, I got an A in the class, so let's pretend I never told you. I need to remain pure in your minds.
|Instead, look at this and swoon. That's what I did and, because I'm also terribly self-involved, I assume that's what everyone will do.|
Perhaps it's my self-involvement that fetched me the 4.0 transcript that I've always wanted. Or maybe it was the fact that this was horticulture and not, say, organic chemistry.
Or maybe it was the socks.
|Definitely the socks.|
For a job I REALLY want.
A job that's REALLY cool.
And REALLY scary. So scary and cool that I will probably need to wear these socks every day for the first six months of the job if I were so lucky as to get it.
|I need to learn how to darn socks.|
It would appear that my lucky socks are running out of lucky. Or lucky is running out of the toes? Or? Whatever, they have holes.
Either way though - now you're safe. No more school talk on the blog.
We'll just go back to talking about Oh noooooooooo and the garden and dongs, ok?
I make no promises about it during NaNoWriMo though. Which I'm hoping to do again this year after a two year hiatus. And during which I *may* write up a short story compilation covering the crazy of my last two years.
But not on the blog! You are free from schoolishness talking and grades and shit like that.