Archive for December 9th, 2005

The end is nearer

December 9, 2005

Please excuse my little “me” post here, but I am giddy right now and am trying to get it out of my system. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was so happy. That’s never happened before.

For fuck-sake, this week will not end. But finals are over. I am done. No more college, at least not for a couple of years. I may return for grad-school, but for now I am free.

The ceremony is tomorrow at 12:30 pm. Not a minute too soon. I almost lost my mind this week. You may be aware that we had some freezing weather here in hell, I mean Texas, and some ice on the roads. Well, wouldn’t you know it, some finals were postponed until next week, including one of mine.

Well, never one to miss a chance to go off, I payed a visit to my prof. I informed him in a near hysterical voice that there was no way in hell I was coming back after graduation for a fucking test. I told him that half his class was graduating, and that I would take a zero on the final, as would several of them I had talked to.

He had already given us two problems to work out ahead of time, and said we would have two more on test day. But after our “talk”, he said screw it, turn in what you have and that will be the final. =)

I didn’t mean to freak out on him. But the stress got to me. Thank the gods he was cool about it.

Anyhow, the end is near-er. One more day, one more event. And as much as I want out, I will miss college. I will miss my classmates, I will miss some of my profs, but most of all I will miss living in faded jeans and flip-flops.

In the end it was a hell of a ride. I am graduating with no debt. We have actually made a profit every semester, from the Army and scholarships. I restarted the University Dems at my school. I led protests, academic organizations, and mentored freshmen. And I managed to do it all and still graduate with honors.

For someone who was pretty much written off by the world in highschool, this means a great deal to me. My parents thought I would never graduate or go to college, and the fuckers in the administration even told my parents once that they thought I would kill myself. (I wore black clothes and eye-liner, goth-punk style, so of course I must have wanted to die. IDIOTS!)

I will never be able to thank my loving wife enough for believing in me. She is my rock. Even when I would come home so stressed I wanted the world to end just so I could miss an exam, she would shake her head and talk me down. I owe her more than she can ever know. And I did this as much for her as for me. Because in the end getting a good job is about taking care of her, about giving her the life she deserves.

And on that note I just want to say to everyone that you can be whoever you want to be, do whatever you want to do, and its never too late to start. If someone had told me at 18 that one day I would be a married, college educated, veteran home-owner, I would have told them that’s impossible, because I would be dead or in jail by 23.

I am glad I was wrong. And I am glad all those shitheads who worked hard to convince me I would fail in life were wrong. Its amazing to look back and see how quickly a kid with problems that stem from home can be labeled a lost cause. Actually, its pretty sad. Well, all I have to say to them is “Suck it bitches!”

That is all.

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