So today I flung myself out of bed at 8:13 because I looked at my cell and went, "OH GODS I NEED TO BE OUT THE DOOR BY NOW," and threw on clothes, brushed my hair, and flew out the door. Only when I got to class, no one was there. Well, that's not new; it's an 8:30 am class and I've been the first one there before, even when I'm walking in the door at 8:29. So I waited. One other person in my six-person class showed up. We waited. He texted the professor. He asked me the dreaded question of, "What are you going to do after you graduate?" and said he was going to switch his major from Latin to Economics so he'd be more employable.
Then the prof texted him back and said the class was cancelled. Which on the one hand, good! On the other hand, I could have kept sleeping; I was running too late to turn on my computer and check my e-mail. Isn't it always the days when you're too frenzied to check e-mail that the prof e-mails you? Indeed.
Relatedly: if one more person asks me what I'm going to do after I graduate, I may punch them in the face. I need to put in my apps just so I actually have something to say besides, "I haven't applied yet," alongside, you know, actually having something to do next year. (If I had any idea what I would do with it, I would take a year off. But I can't. Because Mount Fuji might erupt and my grandparents might die and then no one would pay for grad school/post-bacc for me.) (No, seriously, that's the reason.) (No, seriously, I could not make that up.)
Grad Fest later today because, oh gods, I have to get my cap and gown and also announcements, for the ten people or so in my extended family who care. (As far as I know, only my parents and my (American) grandmother are coming down, and my dad and my grandma just for the weekend, since CWU will still be in session so my dad can't stay longer than the weekend.
People keep telling me that I should be happy to graduate. Uh...no. I wish I'd thought it through enough to apply for 4+1 last year when I still could have. I wish I was doing a fifth year! Mostly because this year was more or less an unadulterated disaster for me personally, if not quite enough academically that I actually could do a fifth year or an extra semester. Erk.
Then the prof texted him back and said the class was cancelled. Which on the one hand, good! On the other hand, I could have kept sleeping; I was running too late to turn on my computer and check my e-mail. Isn't it always the days when you're too frenzied to check e-mail that the prof e-mails you? Indeed.
Relatedly: if one more person asks me what I'm going to do after I graduate, I may punch them in the face. I need to put in my apps just so I actually have something to say besides, "I haven't applied yet," alongside, you know, actually having something to do next year. (If I had any idea what I would do with it, I would take a year off. But I can't. Because Mount Fuji might erupt and my grandparents might die and then no one would pay for grad school/post-bacc for me.) (No, seriously, that's the reason.) (No, seriously, I could not make that up.)
Grad Fest later today because, oh gods, I have to get my cap and gown and also announcements, for the ten people or so in my extended family who care. (As far as I know, only my parents and my (American) grandmother are coming down, and my dad and my grandma just for the weekend, since CWU will still be in session so my dad can't stay longer than the weekend.
People keep telling me that I should be happy to graduate. Uh...no. I wish I'd thought it through enough to apply for 4+1 last year when I still could have. I wish I was doing a fifth year! Mostly because this year was more or less an unadulterated disaster for me personally, if not quite enough academically that I actually could do a fifth year or an extra semester. Erk.