I have come to the conclusion that graduation is punishment for all the negative thoughts or deeds I've accumulated in 13 years of public school...
First, I will be made to wear a shapeless gown and silly hat...such as a Dunce from an early 1900's schoolhouse. Also, I am similarly displayed in front of my peers (perhaps to be mocked).
Then, I will sit on hard bleachers for several hours while I listen to boring lectures about how to prepare for the rest of my lives.
Finally, I will be forced to spend an entire night with my family. This would not be bad, except they dislike each other immensely and I will have to be the peacekeeper (or perhaps referee?)
Thus, graduation is karma. Bad bad karma. I wish I would have paid even less attention in Stats.
Always your butterfly,
Reg
P.S. A conversation between grandmother and I this weekend:
G-ma: "Regette, darling, I would like to furnish one of your bathrooms when you move to your new apartment."
Reg: "Thanks. Any help is appreciated."
G-ma: "That way you'll think of me..."
Reg: "...Thanks..."
G-ma: "...every time you take a dump."
Reg: "...."
Reg: "Maybe you should furnish brother's bathroom instead..."
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