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May. 16th, 2012 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardSo I'm in that post-finals pre-graduation frenzy, where I should be packing, but I still need my stuff because I, you know, still live here? And my mother's down here, my grandma's arriving today, and my dad's coming in tomorrow. I'm just about to hit that pre-graduation ceremonies! ceremonies all the time! phase -- if I'd been more impressive at Tulane I would have hit it earlier, since Chicago's been attending ceremonies since Monday, but really? I don't mind. Except that my gown isn't going to be all blinged out with cords and stoles and...whatever. I mean, if I had the opportunity, there are things I'd go back and do differently during my undergrad career, but I can't, so you live with what you got and you are grateful you don't have to figure out something different to wear for every ceremony. (Which I am.)
It is sinking in in fits and spurts that I'm actually leaving, that I'm not going to be in New Orleans or at Tulane next year, and that my friends and I are never going to be living together like this again, barring some strange circumstances. I mean, the likelihood that we all be in the same state, let alone the same city, ever again, is low. And I'm just not processing that information very well. (I'm going to try and come back to Tulane for my PhD, but there's no guarantee that I'll get into the program or that by next year I won't prefer somewhere else.)
So. Waiting.
Or mornings like today, where I got woken up by a call from Advising telling me that I can't be certified because I technically have an incomplete on my honors thesis, do I want to drop it or change it to an independent study? Drop it, since I don't want to go deal with Honors sorting it out when, hey, I tried to do this in January and no one at Tulane was talking to me, so I let it slide. I was too out of it to realize that I was being told that I couldn't graduate unless I did this thing, but I think it's sorted out now.
Yesterday: shopping and lunch on Magazine Street with friends, as a couple of us were still looking for graduation dresses (I've got mine).
It is sinking in in fits and spurts that I'm actually leaving, that I'm not going to be in New Orleans or at Tulane next year, and that my friends and I are never going to be living together like this again, barring some strange circumstances. I mean, the likelihood that we all be in the same state, let alone the same city, ever again, is low. And I'm just not processing that information very well. (I'm going to try and come back to Tulane for my PhD, but there's no guarantee that I'll get into the program or that by next year I won't prefer somewhere else.)
So. Waiting.
Or mornings like today, where I got woken up by a call from Advising telling me that I can't be certified because I technically have an incomplete on my honors thesis, do I want to drop it or change it to an independent study? Drop it, since I don't want to go deal with Honors sorting it out when, hey, I tried to do this in January and no one at Tulane was talking to me, so I let it slide. I was too out of it to realize that I was being told that I couldn't graduate unless I did this thing, but I think it's sorted out now.
Yesterday: shopping and lunch on Magazine Street with friends, as a couple of us were still looking for graduation dresses (I've got mine).