It certainly hasn't hit me yet. I'm not sure if it's going to tonight. Most likely not. Or tomorrow. When I graduated from high school it was the most anti-climactic day in my entire high school career. Maybe because it's supposed to be super climactic. But jsut to give you a picture of me in high school, picture forcibly straightened hair (because everyone straightened their hair back then) old jeans, chucks, and t-shirts I probably got at PacSun, sullen and lonely. Most of my "friends" graduated in January and I'd sorta started not hanging out with them as much. My actual friend, Amanders, who I met in 9th grade and is still my best friend, had half-days the last semester of our high school career. We met in honors English and biology and over the course of our four years at Shitty High School Midwest, USA we cultivated a friendship based on alternative bands (Taking Back Sunday was our favorite), chucks, cheating on honors tests, Tostitos chips, sleeping in class, paper airplane notes, drumstick wars, mutual love or hatred for teachers/preppy kids/anyone else, swim team, lip rings, aimless drives in my car, working at Mancino's and eating ourselves into cheesy garlic bread comas, awful fathers, and so much more. I was there where she had her baby March 7. It was amazing and gross and beautiful and glorious and I saw the whole thing. Her, her fiance, and I were crying as soon as brand new baby Kai hit her chest. Beautiful.
But I'm getting sidetracked. (He's just so goddamn cute!) Where was I? Oh yes. High school. Anti-climactic. Like a lot of things in high school.
(Was that too far?) Anyways. I was alone, I was the only person I liked still going to school all day everyday because I had to retake junior year math, my parents had been going through an awful, awful divorce for two years by that point, and I spent most of my days skipping classes to go hang out with my mom who substituted at my school three or four days out of the week. I hated Fort Wayne (sorry, Ft. Wayners), I hated my school, I hated everything. My last day of school I left halfway through the day because we were doing nothing in pre-calc, took my mom's car (with her permission), filled out some job applications at the mall, came back and got her for lunch (my mother, being a sub at school more often than not, took me off-campus to get lunch ALL the time. This was a strictly prohibited thing. My mom's so cool.) and then returned at the end of the day to get her. I waited in the hallway where Amanders and I had a locker, not really feeling nostalgic, and mom and I went home. The next day, because we'd had so many snow days, Amanders and I almost arrived late to line up for graduation. I might have felt a little nostalgic seeing classmates I'd known since kindergarten in our shit-brown gowns, but it quickly deteriorated because in a class of 470-something, my last name starts with R. So. Let's home that college graduation is a little more fun.
Enough of that crappy memory lane crap. How about some future stuff that includes good news!
I GOT A JOB INTERVIEW ON MONDAY! Yippee! Yes, world, I have a job interview. At a marketing agency. It's technically an internship, but a paid internship that can be full-time if they so choose. Problem is it's like a 30-minute drive from downtown, so I'll have to use the boyfriend's car. Luckily he can walk to the hospital to do his rotations this year. He told me it will all work out. Isn't it funny that when he says it, I can believe him? :)
And guess what's hi-larious. My grandparents are driving me to the interview. Yep. You heard right. MY grandparents are driving me to my first post-college interview. At age 24. God I'm so stellar.
So... I'm done? This is it? I had class tonight until 8 p.m., then had to come back and finish writing the paper which was due at midnight. Maybe it won't hit me tonight, and maybe not tomorrow, but life is certainly going to shift and I'm going to feel it. I've been in college for 5 years and it's been 6 since I graduates high school in 2007.
Whoa. That. Date. Looks. So. Old...
I took a year off after the first two years and so yeah, I've had the non-school life, but I think because the fact that I hadn't finished hung over my head for a solid 12 months or so, I never once felt a sense of peace or achievement. All my friends had been carrying on without me and I was busy looking for my lost sense of self-respect and, well, my brain.
But I did it. I'm done. I know there's Grad school possibilities and yada yada, but I've told myself to take a year off. I've been in school for three years straight, every summer, and full loads in the school year. And now, I'm only graduating....two? year later than I should be? (Fun/Sad Fact: I was the class of 2011 at Indiana University. Now I'm class of 2013 at IUPUI.) But you know what, I'll take it. no pity parties here today, no sirree. I WIN.
And that's all I want anyone to take away from this. Winning.
Things I want to talk more about in these posts soon:
- films
- books
- food
- summer
- fun
- why leafy trees make me so damn happy
- how my bike punched me in the face the other day
- tv shows
- bad habits
- places i want to go
- why laziness=no capitals right now
- that's a stupid topic
- pets
- moving
- why i don't have a car
- how i figured out my AC does work, when i thought it didn't all year
- luckily indiana has a shitty climate and i would have never needed it
- shoes
- writing
- my favorite places to go
- ireland trip may 25-june 4
- living with a guy for the first time
- how said guy and i have been saying "when we live together next year" up until last week. until we realized it's like "when we live together in two weeks" lolz
- why i hate cleaning
- dream homes
- dusty old antique apartments
- living downtown
- dating a medical student
- bad relationships
- going to bed early is nothing to be ashamed of
So, until next time!
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