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Graduation Decision

I have decided that I have no interest in attending graduation. I’m not certain whether this disinterest comes from the complete loss of illusion on employability prospects, or whether I am just simply so done with the place, but in either case I have as much desire to spend my Saturday afternoon there as I do having tea and crumpets with the human resources staff. It just isn’t going to happen.

Interestingly, I am not the only one who seems to have had enough of the whole school thing. Last night when I got home from work Rainbow casually said, “Hi Mommy. When do you go back to work?”

“Not tonight, dear.”

She stopped and turned to look at me. “Ok, when are you going to your school?”

“I’m not going there tonight either.”

She raised her eyebrow in disbelief. “So, you’re going to be home all night???”

It’s been a long semester for all of us apparently. And now it is done.

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To go or not to go

Thank you all for your kind words on finishing the course work required for my degree (and hopefully passing ye old Español).

Wanting to be done the work, and wanting to actually attend the ceremony, are two completely separate issues, however. I never, before actually finishing that last exam, ever dreamt of actually attending the ceremony…

– I’d have to take a Saturday off work.
– My family (particularly my kids) would probably be bored. Heck I’d probably be bored.
– I’d probably have to buy a new dress and cough up a deposit on the gown/robe/mumu.
– For one tiny moment, just when they call my name, I’d be the centre of attention… and that really isn’t that important to me.
– It’s really just fluff.

But now that I’ve actually experienced the satisfaction of being done, I’m not completely sure I want to skip it. I actually liked that feeling of self-satifaction. Now, I just can’t decide.

Can We Have a Round of Gold Stars Over Here?

Number of courses required for a bachelor’s degree: 40
Number of final exams written by Sock Girl to obtain degree as of tonight: 40
Number of cervesas drank in celbration of terminar su examen español: 4
More specifically: (Bebí la cerveza cuatro para celebrar terminar mi examen español … or something to that effect… you really shouldn’t ask after 4 beer)
Amount of debt in obtaining said degree (presuming we pass Spanish): $0
Amount of time it took to complete: Feels like forever. Probably was in dog years.
How Muchacha del Calcetín (Sock Girl) is feeling right at the moment: Priceless

If any one is looking for me, I’m the sock that can’t wipe the silly grin off her face over here in the corner of Eastern Canada.

I think somebody needs to send a round of gold stars… or umbrella drinks… or somebody needs to pass me a gold medal and sing the national anthem or something. I’m just saying.

To Gum Smaking Students

Do you know how it is so peaceful to stand afar and just watch cows in a field, minding their own business, chewing, chewing, chewing…

Cows do not smack as they chew. If they did, I am convinced they would be the very first to fill the farmer’s freezer… I’m just saying.

Why is it that I am a magnet to gum smackers? If I go to class early, so that I can wisely choose a seat which I feel will minimize my chances of being close to a smaker, you nonetheless pop a new wad into your mouth then choose to park yourself as close as possible to me. And if I come in later, inevitably the only seats remaining will be directly beside a smacker. Or two.

Smack, pop, smack, pop…
“Blah, blah, blah,” said the professor…
Smack, pop, smack, pop….
“And it is really important to remember…”
Smack, pop, smack, pop….
“Blah, blah, blah…”

I am really trying to pay attention to the course material, yet all I can concentrate on is your incessant smacking. It is like trying to concentrate with fireworks going off (only without the colours, lights, or the fun). By the end of class, I want to reach over and stuff my hand into your mouth and yank the gum right out of your face. If I am not concentrating on the smack, I’m thinking about doing just that.

And have you thought about gum? It is a food that you are not supposed to swallow. Does that not tell you that there is something wrong with it? Clearly it is not doing either one of us any good… I’m just saying.


It’s back into a new semester and this time (presuming none of my paperwork goes astray… … and presuming I can actually afford to buy the obnoxious textbook prices… both things I would not rule out in advance) I hope to be taking a literature and a Spanish class.

Now Spanish is really an odd choice for here… your chances of actually using Spanish on a day to day basis are pretty darn slim… you’d have a better chance to practice with French or even Japanese as a second language. But the course had great hours to fit my life, which moved it up the list of choices.

And, given that all I have left in my degree are electives, if I can find the time to get through both of these, find the fortune for books for both of these, and find the brains to pass both of these, I do believe I may be celebrating a graduation come May.

If for some reason you can’t find me, check the living room….
Dora might be on 😉
And a girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do.

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