Graduation was very strange. It wasn't so much the event itself that was strange, but the way I felt and thought about it. I had the overwhelming feeling before I got there that I was going to go home in tears. Instead, I stood in the back for nearly three hours and waited with a bunch of people I really don't like, only to sit in a chair with everyone staring, listening to a bunch of long and boring drawn out speeches from more people I don't even like.
Instead of having tears stream down my face because the people I was going to miss so much, I found myself staring at my phone every ten seconds wondering when it was going to be over so I would never have to see the majority of those idiots again. My reaction was just about the exact opposite of what I thought it would be.
However, this isn't supposed to be about how I felt during. This is supposed to be about the thoughts and moods I've gone through since then. In all honesty, I'm not quite sure it's all really hit me just yet. Today I was thinking about it and my heart beat increased slightly, but that's the biggest reaction I've gotten. It's all quite.....anticlimactic.....
I mean really? I spent four years in that hell hole and what do I have to show for it? A piece of paper saying I survived, a key chain, a cap and gown that's now going to collect dust in my closet for the rest of my life, and the knowledge that I never want to sit through one of those hellish ceremonies ever again. When I stop to think about it in fact, it's all quite infuriating. Give me some damn fireworks or something! I just went four years without dying (or killing anyone else) from the idiocy of that hell hole! I don't even get a damn air horn??? COME ON!!!
Hmmm, perhaps this is the biggest reaction I've gotten thus far.
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Most of life's milestones are quite anti-climatic, but significant just the same.
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