I Graduated

In my last post, I mentioned that I had one more exam to write before I graduate. Yesterday I went to check if they had scheduled it for me yet, and it turns out that I already graduated.

Degree requirements are confusing, and I couldn't be bothered to check with an academic advisor. I was pretty sure that I was one course short, so I didn't bother to attend any of the graduation ceremonies, but now it says on my grade report that I have a Bachelor of Science. Whoops. I guess I graduated by mistake. This reminds me of last week when I forgot to put on pants before leaving my room to get my topology textbook (we had guests over, it was bad).

Thank You

So it turns out that I am graduating, just as soon as I write that last exam. I suppose some thanks are in order, and although at first I thought "screw you guys, I did this myself!" I later realized that actually there were some people without whom I couldn't have done this.

First and foremost, I would like to thank Mr. Brown for his line of canned coffee products. Dirt cheap and available at your local Dan-D-Market, these things actually taste a bit like dirt. They're almost as bad as the sludge that my roommate Karen used to brew, which I drank cold (I don't remember why I drank it cold. I think we had an argument over coffee temperature and I drank cold coffee for a year to make a point. That sounds like something I would do). And unlike normal coffee, which can get moldy, these things last forever. Sure, they have that date thing stamped on the bottom, but who knows which two digits are the year? As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Brown canned coffee never goes bad. Thank you, Mr. Brown. Couldn't have done it without you.

I would also like to thank my friends, roommates, the Math Club, my professors, my boyfriend Tim, and my family.

I can't pretend to regret saying these things

to my uptight roommate:

Why would I wear sandals in the shower? I'm the one with the weird foot disease. I'm the reason you wear sandals in the shower.


in front of my boyfriend:

You know how when you're a kid and you're chewing gum and it runs out of flavour, instead of spitting it out and getting another, you sometimes just add the new piece in with the old? I'm thinking of getting an additional boyfriend.