As I stumbled across the stage to receive proof that I am an educated lady today I didn't feel that overwhelming, stomach in your throat excitement that a college graduate, teary-eyed, mouth-watering with a sense of accomplishment should feel. I felt more of a nostalgia for the times I had in college, and the books I studied, the authors I became acquainted with, and the new methods for reasoning that I learned. I felt a genuine nostalgia for learning.
I worry that I will not write as much now that I have no cue card telling me what to focus my ideas around. I fear that I will become lazy in my life as a career girl, going and coming every day, just as the thousands around me do. Maybe because I have this fear I won't allow it to happen. It has only happened once before and rode into my life on the shoulders of contentment. A very close scholar friend of mine once told me of this quote friend he likes that states "the future belongs to the discontented." I never want to feel that sense of paralyzing contentment again. What a terrible sensation; that one's life has been lived.
Last night a cookie told me that the best times of my life have yet to be lived. I only hope that the God of the Cookies meant for me to retrieve that fortune. I only hope that is true.
New Plans include learning Spanish to help my chances of getting into a better grad school. Begin studying for the GRE as soon as possible so when I take it I will kick it's smarty-pants testing ass, and get into a great grad school.
It was strange to see my college friends and favorite professors for the last time. Very strange.
I move into my room tomorrow...not that I have much to move in. If you would like to send me a token of you to put in my classroom for decor (a porcelain elephant, your lucky stone, a picture of a rhinoceros eating spaghetti that you love, etc.) let me know and I will gladly put it on my desk and think of you every time I see it.
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