I am officially a college graduate. I officially have a Bachelor of Arts in Communication Studies and Women’s Studies. I am officially a SMC alumna.
It feels strange, surreal. It hasn’t sunken in that I don’t live on campus anymore. I don’t have to attend classes anymore. I don’t have homework or a GPA to stress over.
Then again, I also don’t have my best friends downstairs and my boyfriend down the street. I don’t have my mentors just across the quad or badass internet in my bed.
I don’t believe any of it yet. What do you mean I don’t have class tomorrow? What do you mean I won’t see my friends for months? What do you mean I don’t have a project due next week?
Sad face. The beau named Joe is literally halfway across the world for two weeks, visiting China and Japan with the Notre Dame band. My best friends are working hours away. And I’m stuck at home, where I use a Compaq desktop with dial-up internet, where my mom keeps the temperature around 64 degrees, where the stuff in the fridge isn’t mine, where I live out of boxes and laundry bags.
Happy face. The beau named Joe returns June 1 to stay with me before heading back to Minneapolis, his home. My best friends are only a phone call away. And I’m living at home, where my bed is soft and queen sized, where I sleep in and wake up to my bird chirping, where I play with the Yorkie puppy across the street, where my cat Gus whines if I don’t pet him, where I can play with my graduation present– a red Kitchen Aid mixer!
My graduation present to myself? A day at the spa. I think I’m going to go here. Any suggestions on what I should get done. The sky is the limit because I deserve it.
Edited to add: I won’t be commenting on other blogs as much as I have in the past because of the frustration of dial up. I’ll keep up as much as possible, though!