Hello boys and girls! We seniors just got our caps and gowns at lunch today, and I must say, I look extremely sexy in mine. As I was telling my study hall class, it's like the hotness that I normally have--which is hotter than everyone else--is increased exponentially by the presence of the cap and gown. I used this argument to try to convince the only senior in the class now wearing his gown to don it and look sexy with the rest of us. Sadly, I failed, but I believe that as the day progresses and he realizes that he has no chance of being as hot as the people who are wearing their caps and gowns, he will come to his senses and put the thing on.
In other news, my dear friend TJ, who is currently going to Texas Tech and has recently returned to Katy for the summer, heard about the expenses of GWU, and pled with me to reconsider my options. However, I remained firm and told him that even though I would hold a gagillion dollars in debt once I graduated, it would be worth it. The argument got me to thinking about it more seriously, though. Is an undergraduate education at GW really worth a gagillion dollars? Consider the possibilities of frugality at Texas Tech, for example.
To this AP-styled question, I answered to myself that it indeed was. If I don't go to GW, my chances for advancement in a career that means something to me will be reduced tremendously. I may be losing out on the option to become a news anchor, sure, but the only decent chance of that happening would be for me to go to Emerson, which would end up costing me just as much, and then I'd have to give up the dream of being a diplomat. For me, the question is really between the two dreams, and that question was answered long ago when I picked GW (who was the underdog, mind you). Now that I've picked it, the idea in general really has grown on me a lot, and I honestly couldn't imagine myself going anywhere else. And really, even if it turns out to be nothing like I expected, even if my dreams are dashed against the proverbial rocks, there is always the option of transfer, which would allow me to get a less expensive education in something that GW isn't particularly skilled at teaching, leaving me with only one fourth of a gagillion dollars in debt.
Excellent news! The dude sitting next to me at this moment just said about three seconds ago, "I guess your peer pressure worked," and pointed over to the one senior who had not been wearing his cap and gown. And would you know it? The fellow is wearing it now! W00t! I'll use this is some obscure omen that everything will be a-ok.
And! In the roleplaying world, there's going to be some massive upheaval! I'm totally riled up about it, and I can only hope that it all happens before I fly off to Turkey some time around June 10th.
That's all that father time has lent me for right now. Hasta la byebye mis jóvenes abuelos! (Yes, there is a reason that the adjective preceded the noun)
In other news, my dear friend TJ, who is currently going to Texas Tech and has recently returned to Katy for the summer, heard about the expenses of GWU, and pled with me to reconsider my options. However, I remained firm and told him that even though I would hold a gagillion dollars in debt once I graduated, it would be worth it. The argument got me to thinking about it more seriously, though. Is an undergraduate education at GW really worth a gagillion dollars? Consider the possibilities of frugality at Texas Tech, for example.
To this AP-styled question, I answered to myself that it indeed was. If I don't go to GW, my chances for advancement in a career that means something to me will be reduced tremendously. I may be losing out on the option to become a news anchor, sure, but the only decent chance of that happening would be for me to go to Emerson, which would end up costing me just as much, and then I'd have to give up the dream of being a diplomat. For me, the question is really between the two dreams, and that question was answered long ago when I picked GW (who was the underdog, mind you). Now that I've picked it, the idea in general really has grown on me a lot, and I honestly couldn't imagine myself going anywhere else. And really, even if it turns out to be nothing like I expected, even if my dreams are dashed against the proverbial rocks, there is always the option of transfer, which would allow me to get a less expensive education in something that GW isn't particularly skilled at teaching, leaving me with only one fourth of a gagillion dollars in debt.
Excellent news! The dude sitting next to me at this moment just said about three seconds ago, "I guess your peer pressure worked," and pointed over to the one senior who had not been wearing his cap and gown. And would you know it? The fellow is wearing it now! W00t! I'll use this is some obscure omen that everything will be a-ok.
And! In the roleplaying world, there's going to be some massive upheaval! I'm totally riled up about it, and I can only hope that it all happens before I fly off to Turkey some time around June 10th.
That's all that father time has lent me for right now. Hasta la byebye mis jóvenes abuelos! (Yes, there is a reason that the adjective preceded the noun)
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