He's Like A Detuned Radio

I don't see myself getting as excited about graduating as others have/will. Last weekend was convocation and graduates were walking around campus getting pictures taken, taking one last look at the previous four years (minimum!) of their lives. I've said it in the past that I have little to no interest in attending my own which is now scheduled for a year from now. I'd be quite content having my diploma mailed to me or if it were possible, which it isn't, getting my iron ring done the same way. I don't want the pomp, I don't want the celebration.

It's not an accomplishment. It was never a goal of mine to graduate; rather it was something that had to be done along the lines of waking up in the morning. My goals always revolved around something else, something far from the logic, science and math that engineering is. I just wanted life's simple things, being a good friend, being in a happy and healthy relationship, not being an asshole to people. Maybe it stems from the giftedness; a university degree came with the package so it was never something to proud of. It always seemed more challenging to work on the social skills that we lacked.

Although, I wouldn't be too quick to dismiss the fact that being released from purgatory isn't worth a celebration. I've paid for my Woburn sins and it's time to go home.