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Hellos and Goodbyes
I graduated yesterday.
Since I took 8 bloody years to finish my Honours BA, I knew only 2 of the 450 other hooded&gowned people at Con Hall. It felt as if I was finishing something that I had already done. And now there's a framed diploma with my name on it leaning against the wall in the living room, and my parents, I suspect, feel relieved and also old, and suddenly I feel the need to Make Decisions and Contribute.
I want to own a bookstore. I also want to go to med school. And I really want to finish all the bloody fic that I've started and then let languish.
The last, at least, I can work on today.
Since I took 8 bloody years to finish my Honours BA, I knew only 2 of the 450 other hooded&gowned people at Con Hall. It felt as if I was finishing something that I had already done. And now there's a framed diploma with my name on it leaning against the wall in the living room, and my parents, I suspect, feel relieved and also old, and suddenly I feel the need to Make Decisions and Contribute.
I want to own a bookstore. I also want to go to med school. And I really want to finish all the bloody fic that I've started and then let languish.
The last, at least, I can work on today.
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tanks!
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Thanks!
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Thanks!