Graduation Station

Whoever invented the cap and gown must have had a distressingly sad sense of fashion. That, or an impossibly quizzical sense of humor. The truth of it is, though I love being old fashioned, adorning oneself in what appears to be a king sized bed sheet is not really my cup of tea (or milk rather, since tea, I do not drink). But the occasion of graduation calls for following certain long standing traditions that cannot be broken. At the very least, I can happily say that the tradition of GC originated in classy establishments, Oxford and Cambridge. If you can't beat them, join them, so they say. At long last, I am rather ecstatic to say that I have finally been dubbed, Miss College Grad. Looking around BYU campus, I feel a bit like JC, "I came, I saw, I conquered." Though to be honest I'm not sure I'm ready to throw myself aboard the moving train called life. So for now, I'm beginning a mini sojourn into reality whilst looking for as many direct routes as possible back to the safe haven called School. You can hardly blame me, I think I thrive on the stress of it. Me + School = a symbiotic relationship, perhaps commensalism at its best (if you know me well, you're probably thinking, "Has L lost her mind???) Ok, I admit, school, stress, and a quest for success was unpleasant at times, to say the least. But over the past year, I've become as laid back as a lemur. And don't try to deny it. Here's proof, this cartoon didn't even phase me.

Well, maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration. Anyway, while deciding what comes next, I'll begin my quest of changing the world, one step at a time (it's what college grads do best) and remember the wise words of Nora, "You may not know everything, but you can learn anything."