I know this is a day late, but there was lots of craziness
due to Graduation day. This is my second
Saturday six, but in actuality, I guess you could call it a Sunday Six.
- Monday
was something for me. I had my last
college exam and jumped for joy for being done with psych research
methods, which, out of the equivalent for each concentration, majority of
Brockport college students say it’s the worst and there are apparently
horror stories about it, according to a professor friend of mine. Afterwards, I stopped by the women
studies department, and spent some time there for a good hour, that made
my positivity shoot up even though we talked about some rough
subjects. Ran on four hours of
sleep all day, but my good friend Amber gave me a shot of perspective and
hope and light to hold onto for some of my darker spots that I don’t talk
about often.
The rest of the day went decently, I finished packing everything that I sent home on Tuesday, had a light dinner with my suitemates that I hadn’t had a chance to do all semester, and then went out to wing night at my friends’ and mine favorite bar in my college town. No, we didn’t really have wings due to the timing we had, but it was good. I even got a grilled chicken sandwich with hot sauce…wasn’t fried and oh my, how my stomach appreciated that! My best friend, her boyfriend, and I all ordered ourselves some voodoo buckets to drink (which is just a step up from a rum bucket), and my other friend got me a whiskey sour because I won a bet the week before. Yes, rum and whiskey, thought me just a vodka woman, didn’t you? Haha. If it tastes good and my body doesn’t reject it, I’m content.
The surprise to me of the night though? My friend who ordered me my whiskey sour, we were supposed to split the check…and she nabbed it before I could look at it. Whipped out her debit card, and handed it all to the waitress, denying me the ability to pay! They laugh and wonder why I still react in shock. Truth is, most of the time, I’m used to paying for myself. And for others at times, and then I’m lucky to have a few handful of friends I truly don’t mind paying for because they pay me back in some form and things even out. However, when friends won’t take my money, I’m floored. I know I work hard and am now officially unemployed, but unless you’re family, paying for me and not expecting me to pay back is still something I will meet with surprise. That’s what happens when I do whatever I can not depend on others. Which…when the time comes and I can afford it, I’m getting my own place. Please let that not be a year from now!
- I sent
most of my stuff home on Tuesday, to my parents’ house. It was weird to be living in my dorm
room with the absolute bare minimum, and the lack of the homey feeling that
I’ve always brought to my living quarters.
I felt like, if I were to close the doors, my voice would start to
echo! Which is funny because…the
room is pretty damn small; smaller than my room at my parents, by at least
a few feet, but it does have a higher ceiling, and FLOOR SPACE. When I
move back, while dad’s gone for a few days and I’m alone during the day…I
get to spend time trying to reconfigure my bedroom so that there will be
walking space and so I can access what I need until I accumulate enough money
to get my own place and move.
Seriously, before I sent the stuff home, between my belongings from
growing up alongside my belongings that I’ve been storing to go towards my
future first apartment, I only had an aisle to walk from my door to my
window (thankfully, alongside my bookcases so I can still be granted my
literary need) and a small path to my bed.
Let’s see how bedroom tetras goes this summer!
- Thursday,
I gave my last college presentation, which was on 1960s girl groups and
perception of equality. I also
handed in my last paper. Needless
to say, I hope the people that lived in the same building as me, weren’t
irked by the amount of Shangri-las music I had going all morning. I love me some Shangri-las, you know “Leader
of the Pack” and “Sophisticated Boom Boom.” You don’t know sixties music, get your
butt to youtube or whatever music searcher you have, and look them
up. Unless you have a bad love
story, which also has a key of the stereotypes of “good girl” and “bad
boy,” and the story of yours is in a slump or questioning area, then don’t
listen to the first. It’s
fantastic, but it’s sad at the same time.
You want something to smile to or sway your hips to though, listen
to the latter. I mean, if a song
that says “stand up straight like your back’s against the wall, and move
your hips” doesn’t do something…well, find something that will.
- Also,
on Thursday, I received quite an unexpected surprise! My college’s literary magazine came out
with this year’s edition. I didn’t know whether or not they were even
doing it anymore, because of some issues that had arisen last year,
causing publication to not happen.
The last publication, was two years ago in May 2011. I was published in that one, for my poem
entitled, “Jenn,” which was about losing my one cousin who I miss
dearly. This year, I was published
again! This time, for my poem “In
Bed With The Devil” about my first time with someone dear to my heart, although
if you want more about the man, sorry, I don’t even know we stand after all
of these years. Just enjoy the poem.
The other piece, is a chapter excerpt from my one novel that has
been in progress for a long time, entitled Pieces of Jade. Oh, and
the magazine, it’s FREE, so if you happen around The College at Brockport
in the next year, or have connections, get yourself a copy of Jigsaw. I’ll tell ya though, I was floored when
my one friend brought me over a copy, because I didn’t know there was
going to be anything this year, and I also didn’t know I was in it. I had submitted last year but when the
magazine fell through, I forgot about it.
It’s a nice little feather to put in my cap.
- Friday
was my last “family” gathering of friends.
My best friend, Christine French braided my hair, and then her, our
friend Kammie, and I all went over to her boyfriend’s for dinner and
movies. We talked, we laughed, we
picked on each other, I got a tour of the house (honestly, flat screen
mounted to bedroom ceiling above bed, I don’t understand). We watched a little bit of Liar, Liar
and a South Park movie, and all of the (third
installment I believe) of Jackass.
The latter is what got me actually laughing, especially due to my
stress levels and all that jazz, my friends admitted that I was like a
wall lately to most things funny.
Oops. We enjoyed ourselves though, granted, I really could have
gone for some chilled red wine that night.
- Saturday, MAY 18TH, I
graduated with my Bachelor of Arts degree.
I honestly don’t even remember too much right now, I was tired,
hot, and quite sore. It is now all
a blur, but the senator even stopped by, and thank goodness I was not one
of the students standing when he got up to speak. Long-winded. And I had my friend M. R. Bryant by my
side during it all, which is good, because thousands of people were in the
room, and…that’s a bit stifling for me.
Four years, more credits than I needed, and three concentrations….I
am now an alumni, with another chapter of my life behind me and the
future’s path’s beneath my (slightly bruised) feet. Voila, je suis ici, j'ai conquis et je trouverai la vie!
~Count your blessings, and whether things are bad or you’re doing well, find something good and hold on!Much love!~*~Alyse~*~
