Shit son, I’m still not done
So. In an attempt to keep myself occupied today during layovers and waiting in the airport, I’ll write about my graduation.
Why not, right?
So, I graduated… again. Of course, in true style, I still am not actually done with my grad degree. I still have a couple independent studies ahead of me and my capstone project. Alas this is nothing new, as I also “graduated” my undergrad degree early as well.
Anyway, I hate graduations. Why? Let me count the ways:
- You have to say goodbye to friends.
- You (usually) have to move.
- You have to start thinking about the future.
Saying goodbye is never fun. A friend of mine wrote a note in facebook, asking the question: “Who would willingly spend several years of their life building a new group of friends and family in a place far away from home, and then at the end of those years, leave?” It’s a good question. I know the chances of seeing a lot of the people I saw every day ever again is quite low. Now it’s easier than ever to keep in touch, but like my old roommate, sometimes communication completely breaks down. It’s a damn shame, but it’s apart of life.
Moving sucks. Lets put that out there right now. In the past 2 years, I’ve moved six times. Six. Friggin. Times. Moving gives you some time to be nostalgic, going through the stuff in your life as you pack it all up. This time while packing up, I was remembering the parties and fun that had happened at the apartment… something that will not likely occur again to the same scope or scale. Oh well.
Now, I know we are supposed to think about our futures before we are walking across the stage for graduation, but once you shake the hands - its official (almost), you have to get a real job. I know in the fall I will be going back to StormFrog, but it’s always scary thinking about where you want to end up. Do I really want to be a code monkey all my life? Do I want to become more ‘business-y’ even if it means more money? Do I still want to end up in Boston? Who knows.
Well. Flight is about ready to board. Maybe I’ll write more or draw a comic on a layover.
July 14th, 2008 at 7:14 pm
So does this mean I’ll get boring and non-outspoken lab instructors? Who don’t tell the class to give Kevin Brolly the finger? Well that’s no fun.