Huzzah!

Commencement was yesterday and the expected feelings that accompany this kind of accomplishment kind of came and went all too quickly. If my graduation was a transcendental wind then my sentiment for it was just a discarded paper bag (that once held a 40 oz) blowing down Woodward. I played the part decently. When my name was called I stepped forward, paused for a picture with the dean and my diploma, and shook hands with the president all the while smiling bright. While in my head I reminded myself to mind those steps to avoid tripping and breaking my nose in front of everyone.

On this day of accomplishment and celebration, I was not at all mentally present. It had nothing to do with being hung over. Although being a little hung over would explain the way I dressed myself. For the whole prelude before we actually walked, I was doing voice overs in my head. Making my own captions for the faculty sitting on stage, pretending this was Hogwarts graduation, and trying to chronologically remember the events of the night previous. Oh God, I was losing myself to boredom and I had to make my escape. But the college of social work and nursing still had to walk and if I waited for them to have their moment, I'd never get my lunch!

Call me selfish, call me rude, I won't mind it. Not for a second longer could I sit through any more and I knew my parents wouldn't want to either. I had to make my escape. The only part of that day I will hold any semblance of reverence towards is when I saw my dad. He came at me with open arms and gave me an affectionate hug. He said he had been waiting for this day. I'm going to take that moment and put it in my lock box of feelings. My family is not particularly a touchy family, unless you're getting hit. So anything more than a pat on the back is as rare as finding a deep sea angler on the shore.

Do you ever feel like life is a funnel and time is some kind of liquid being poured into it? I'm just riding the currents that become swifter as the diameter narrows and who knows what waits for me upon my exit. I have tentative measurements for how my time will be allocated to finally get where I've been wanting to go. Excitement time! I'm moving along at a steady pace, getting things done day by day. I'm going to mark this milestone with some ink!