The Graduate

Well, I graduated on Friday night. I wore a cap, and gown. I got a diploma.

And then, I got Subway and went home to sit alone, in my room.

Yeah, what a swell night, right?

I knew it wasn't going to be a big thing. I knew I would have three people there. I knew I wasn't going to be going out for a fancy meal. But I didn't even think about everyone else getting cakes (then taking pictures and putting them on Facebook.) I didn't think about people getting congratulatory cards and hugs and gifts.

I'll admit, I'm disappointed.

It's been a few days, so everyone has started talking, and status-updating, and tweeting and texting their excitement and congratulations to the class. It's nice, I guess. But everyone keeps talking about this "new chapter" and "new adventure" business.

I call bullshit.

Because really, no. I do understand that people are excited to start something new and different. But let's be honest, you are going to be the same person you were three months ago. You are still going to make friends with the same types of people and hate the same types of people. You may drink some more, you may stay up later and smell a little more. But you will still be you.

I have a really hard time accepting that just moving means you are starting a new chapter. You actually have to change. Man up, mature, think a little deeper, care a little more, be more aware. And right now, that's not what I'm seeing.

I'm seeing the same people, doing and acting the same way. Yes, I understand it's only been two days, but, well, I don't know. I cannot get over the fact that people are seeing this change as this huge monumental thing all by itself. They aren't seeing it as one change, and the rest they need to do for themselves. I guess that is what bothers me the most.

I'm not saying this can't be made into a new chapter, I'm just saying that the expectations are low. I just wish that after all this time people would want more for themselves, I guess.