A Girl With a Sword

intermission

I had so many good titles going around in my head for this blog, but all of them have now gone out of my head. I graduated on Saturday and my brain is still numb to it all. I feel like I should elaborate on this graduation event. To make the whole thing feel more epic we took Infradig's tour RV to graduation, that is me, Elk, Courtney, Earl, Todd, Keri, Tami, and Brae, with Hope driving the thing. It was crazy. Graduation itself went as was expected. Hope's speech went really well (she talked about the Christopher Harold Cleveland Game, for those of you who know what that is), we walked across that stage to the musical sound of Camille Hallstrom's voice reading our names, then I wandered around in that Convention Center hallway forever looking for the English department. One of the saddest things for me was finding out that Dr. Wildeman (aka Wildemania) didn't even come because he was visiting his mother, so I never got to say goodbye to him. After graduation we drove the RV (aka Sunland Express) to Coolidge and picnicked with families and friends.

I said goodbye to more people this past week than I ever remember saying goodbye to at one time and I still missed a few (like one of my roommates, as she just pointed out to me, my other roommate, Laura Cricket's last words to me were, "Take care of butt-man." That was at six in the morning.)

Now I and my beautiful diploma and all of my worldly possessions (besides the ones that, I believe, have taken up residence with other members of Fifth North) are residing in Omaha, preparing for a holiday in Britain and then another move to Boston (and as Eb pointed out, probably BostonBlogs, which is very beautiful and includes the word "beantown," gotta love it.) Right now I'm feeling jobless and carless. I've applied to a few places, but haven't heard back from anywhere. Oh well, lots of time to catch up on reading.