I graduated from the University of Georgia with 3000 of my closest friends. At a school that size, you don't walk up and get your diploma. You simply stand up in the bleachers of Sanford Stadium when "Franklin College of Arts and Sciences" is mentioned. It seems impersonal, but I didn't mind for a couple of reasons.
First; in Georgia it's already pretty hot by June. Second, Athens never misses even the smallest chance to party and a huge event like graduation throws the whole place into a city-wide celebration. Sitting in the southern heat with a hot black robe and a hangover made staying still seem like a pretty darn good idea.
I looked forward to graduation, although I have looked back many times since then and wondered why. For some reason, I thought I would have greater control over my life. All of these assignments with deadlines; crappy jobs with crappy pay and crappier bosses; room mates.
I didn't know that deadlines wouldn't go away, the stakes would just get higher. Or that while the pay would improve dramatically, it's possible to have a terrible job with a ridiculous boss in any industry and at any level of success.
I'll take living with my kids and husband over living with room mates though, even if I still have to clean up after them and they eat all of the good snacks.
