Today my friend DUNa and I went to our schools Grad Fair. We walked around sampling a variety of unique food samples while filling our little goody bags full of all the free stuff we could get our hands on without being "those girls." I think overall it was a success. We left with some coupons, notebooks (the edgewater notebook is my personal fav.), also DUNa grabbed a basketball! PRETTY SWEET if you ask me. We also are now owners of these stellar little change holders that probably max out after about 3 dollars worth of quarters! So be looking for those dangling off of our key chains and backpacks! The real kicker of all this grad fair excitement was picking up our tassels. We are both equally disappointed with our tassel color. DUNa gets a really pretty brown ( I mean I actually like it and offered to trade). Mine is Gold... probably because when it comes to academics I receive the GOLD star ( that makes me like it a little )! I am thinking that perhaps my first protest will be that of equal tassel rights. Like "let me pick my own color for Pete sake!" I tell you what I would choose ... that of the cultural studies major. They have a beautiful peacock teal!
The whole topic of graduation is a real tense one for me.... basically because it doesn't seem real. I walked around the grad fair today feeling like oh... DUNa is graduating. She feels like she is going to graduate. I don't know why but I am still waiting for the bottom to drop out. Not really sure why... not a lot of bad things happen to me... mostly good actually...I'm pretty lucky... I am just concerned that something will happen to set me back. Why am i worried about time anyway.... (I want to get better at living life "in my own good time"). It will also be weird to walk for graduation only to the following Monday start taking more classes at UMD. I will be 6 credits or 2 classes short. I am completely fine with this however because that means at least an extra month in Duluth.....One time in conversation I measured that in Sundays. I said that will be another good four Sundays up here so that's OK.... WOW I am the definition of "special treat."
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