Grad
I wasn't planning on going to my graduation. I was my second one after all. I had already sat through speeches in a sweat-soaked gown. Already grinned for pictures with my divorced parents of 20 years. Already experienced the satisfaction, the sense of pride, that comes with a University degree. Surely I didn't need to live through it again, did I? But I'm so glad I went. When they handed me that small piece of paper, that Bachelor of Journalism degree, I was all smiles. Now that I've got two, I may actually get around to framing them. Philosophy shmilosophy. I'm a journalist baby. And proud of it.
posted by sam-i-am @ 3:42 p.m.
1 Comments:
hi honey.
This whole site is great, but do you have to tell everybody your parents are divorced?
I want to read the book, and I didn't much like the others, but you make it sound so "fun."
Huge cudos for not smoking. Let's do a workout class together. Do you want to go to a Kaballah class tonight?
I think Peter Mansbridge has a crush on you!!!
xox me
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