No, Ariel the Little Mermaid did not graduate on May 18 of this wonderful year, but a boy -- yes boy -- of the same name left the University of Washington in St. Louis Missouri for the cold, unforgiving, vampire that is the world. Just thought I'd use that metaphor from my Language Arts class at Northwest Jr. High. For seriously.
And my little brother graduated just in four years... little shit. Always has to do one better than me.
But seriously, I'm proud of him and wish him all the best in his endeavors. Hope he bypasses the dreaded Quarter-life Crisis.
When I graduated from the University of Iowa, the class was small we had plenty of time to walk across the stage and get our diplomas. It was a nice feeling being there and knowing that I was done with school, but I was also disappointed because I was expecting one of those outside ceremonies that you see in most high school and college graduations that appear in movies; they so totally could have done that at Pentacrest but I guess they didn't want people to freeze in early December. Never even got that for my high school graduation.
So I was sort of excited that my brother's graduation took place outside. However, it was sooooo hot out and I was boiling under my hair. (I've taken to wearing it naturally in a pseudo-afro because one: it looks cute-ish, and two: all I have to do is wash, moisturize and go.) -- Which made me rethink the whole outside graduation thing. Also, I was the one who had camera duty and it was so hard to see the stage from where we were seated let alone take a picture of Ariel or any other grads sitting to our right. I did take a picture of a random grad's hat though.
They didn't even hand out diplomas so the ceremony was really them sitting and listening to important University people speak. I guess they let him know three days prior to the ceremony that a students would be walking the day before the ceremony so he walked on Thursday at 9:00am and the real ceremony -- the one that was in all of our graduation information -- was at 8:30am on Friday. ON FRIDAY. Who fucking does that during the week?
It really was beautiful though. After ceremony, we walked around campus. Seemed like Ariel had so much to do. He had to pick up his diploma -- which he missed doing and now has to wait until July 4 to get it, have us meet his friends -- which I wasn't feeling at first, but then I'm like "what the hell, it's his day" -- and... just sit around?
Anyway, of course there was the family drama that would no doubt occur when your parents are divorced. Thankfully it was slight and hadn't really ruined my bro's day... though he did comment on it. I guess we're all just extremely passive aggressive. I was worried about my mother meeting my dad's wife, but she's so nice that it wasn't a problem... thank God. I hate taking sides and all that.
Ariel decided to stay in Missouri, which is okay; it's his life. I did want to tell him that now he had no excuse to drink as much as he did, but I'm sure he already knew that.
And as for this title, he's probably going to be pissed, but tough shit. He doesn't read this blog anyway.
And on another note, I'm addicted to beer bread. I know the alcohol evaporates, but it's like it gets me drunk.
I don't drink beer because I can't stand the taste, but oddly enough, I like the taste it gives the bread. The recipe is really easy so I think I'll continue to buy beer to make it. Not only will that make me look cool, but I'll make my own homemade bread and anything homemade has got to be healthier right?
And my little brother graduated just in four years... little shit. Always has to do one better than me.
But seriously, I'm proud of him and wish him all the best in his endeavors. Hope he bypasses the dreaded Quarter-life Crisis.
When I graduated from the University of Iowa, the class was small we had plenty of time to walk across the stage and get our diplomas. It was a nice feeling being there and knowing that I was done with school, but I was also disappointed because I was expecting one of those outside ceremonies that you see in most high school and college graduations that appear in movies; they so totally could have done that at Pentacrest but I guess they didn't want people to freeze in early December. Never even got that for my high school graduation.
So I was sort of excited that my brother's graduation took place outside. However, it was sooooo hot out and I was boiling under my hair. (I've taken to wearing it naturally in a pseudo-afro because one: it looks cute-ish, and two: all I have to do is wash, moisturize and go.) -- Which made me rethink the whole outside graduation thing. Also, I was the one who had camera duty and it was so hard to see the stage from where we were seated let alone take a picture of Ariel or any other grads sitting to our right. I did take a picture of a random grad's hat though.
They didn't even hand out diplomas so the ceremony was really them sitting and listening to important University people speak. I guess they let him know three days prior to the ceremony that a students would be walking the day before the ceremony so he walked on Thursday at 9:00am and the real ceremony -- the one that was in all of our graduation information -- was at 8:30am on Friday. ON FRIDAY. Who fucking does that during the week?
It really was beautiful though. After ceremony, we walked around campus. Seemed like Ariel had so much to do. He had to pick up his diploma -- which he missed doing and now has to wait until July 4 to get it, have us meet his friends -- which I wasn't feeling at first, but then I'm like "what the hell, it's his day" -- and... just sit around?
Anyway, of course there was the family drama that would no doubt occur when your parents are divorced. Thankfully it was slight and hadn't really ruined my bro's day... though he did comment on it. I guess we're all just extremely passive aggressive. I was worried about my mother meeting my dad's wife, but she's so nice that it wasn't a problem... thank God. I hate taking sides and all that.
Ariel decided to stay in Missouri, which is okay; it's his life. I did want to tell him that now he had no excuse to drink as much as he did, but I'm sure he already knew that.
And as for this title, he's probably going to be pissed, but tough shit. He doesn't read this blog anyway.
And on another note, I'm addicted to beer bread. I know the alcohol evaporates, but it's like it gets me drunk.
I don't drink beer because I can't stand the taste, but oddly enough, I like the taste it gives the bread. The recipe is really easy so I think I'll continue to buy beer to make it. Not only will that make me look cool, but I'll make my own homemade bread and anything homemade has got to be healthier right?
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