Today is my first day back at school.
To say that I am excited to be back would be a lie; nothing could be further from the truth.
Still, I must admit that as I am slowly trudging through these classes, the thought of being yet another semester nearer to graduation is very thrilling. I can’t wait to be done for good, to leave this place and never come back, to flip it a big fat bird on the day of my last final exam. It’s going to be glorious.
Speaking of that glorious day when I finish my degree in English…did you know that when I graduate, I am not going to the ceremony? It’s true. I hate graduation ceremonies—every one I’ve ever attended, from Kindergarten to Dare to sixth grade to high school to my sister and mom’s college ones—have been a total bore. (Sorry, sister and Mom! I’m still very proud of you.) I despise school so much that I cannot possibly fathom coming to campus even one more time than I absolutely must. It doesn’t make sense to me: “Hey, you’ve spent 4+ years trudging back and forth through the snow and muck to sit through tedious classes and tedious research, and butt heads with countless of our idiotic professors, and you paid a pretty pretty penny for this experience, so as a reward, WHY DON’T YOU COME BACK AND SIT THROUGH THE MOST BORING CEREMONY IMAGINABLE?”
Instead, when I graduate, I’m taking a cruise to Tahiti. (Poor Kyle, when I graduate, could you please spring for a cruise to Tahiti? Kay, thanks; I love you.)
Anyway, so yeah. My graduation will be a time for immense celebration, and my idea of an immense celebration does not involve an overpriced robe and stupid-looking hat and two hours of droning lectures by conservative old deans and all the kids with the GPA better than mine.
Thanks, but really: no thanks.
Still, it’s a long way off yet. There’s really no point in daydreaming about it when I have textbooks to read and assignments to complete. Such is life.
Oh, but one more thing before I go:
I have been wanting a travel mug to fill with hot drinks (apple cider, herbal tea, hot chocolate) in the mornings for my commute to school, and over my holiday, I bought this cute one for five dollars at TJMaxx™:
I made my first mug of herbal tea this morning (orange and spice flavour, swiped stealthily from the continental breakfast bar at the hotel where we stayed on our drive back to Canada), and it smells delicious but tastes like cat pee and cloves, so that’s that. At least I have a cute mug. If I make hot cocoa for it tomorrow, it might make my day more bearable.
And how about you?