I have been cleared (finally) to graduate. Glory be. I thought that last little incident was going to stop me dead (apparently I wasn't completely golden with admin. But I got a petition, and my copy of it is tacked to the wall above my desk. Signed by the dean...my release papers. Let's see them try and get past THAT kind of documentation...)
So, I'm graduating, May 16th at 9 in the morning. Ha! If I pass all my classes like a good little senior and don't lose steam halfway through. Or I get hit by a truck. Or...nope. Not even going to say it. Too much risk I could jinx this whole thing with my big mouth.
Arm is doing fine. I hate my cast-more every time I get an itch underneath that I can't reach. AUGH. I have 4 1/2 weeks to go, but I can pick up a glass of water with that hand so I must be healing underneath all this atrociously green fiberglass...
Also in 4 1/2 weeks, the yea or nay on whether I'm going to Vancouver, BC to get my Master's. Real nailbiter, this one. I can barely stand the thought of having to wait another bloody month. (I've been making the sordid joke lately that just as I get my cast off, I'll find out I'm going to Vancouver, rejoice, smack myself on something, and wind up in a cast for another 6 weeks for THAT...)
Besides, not much else going on, besides my grandmother losing her mind, me being pretty depressed (damn Wisconsin winter) and frustrated and trapped and lonely-seems like I have ceased to exist even more than I did already around here. What a surprise. Otherwise, everything is hunky-dory, A-okay, peachy, rosy, and a whole lot of other sick metaphors...
Sigh.
14 weeks. Freedom from undergraduate-ness forever.
Ta,
Bec
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