Post-grad Blues
By David Replogle for The Real College Guide 
Graduation. The word itself conjures up music from that shower scene in Psycho, in which Norman Bates goes crazy. After spending four years in high school, you knew you were off to bigger, better and more fun things. But what’s left to look forward to now? A nine-to-five job? Taxes and bills? Little snot-nosed kids? Don’t even get me started. …
I’ve tried to scheme ways to stay here. Failing out is a possible option but, alas, such a person of my genius would never be able to pull it off, and my parents would disown me. I’ve considered starting all over again by scoring some fake documents (I have my sources) that say I just graduated from high school. Maybe I could even con my way into a professorship. God knows some of the teachers I’ve had in my four years did.
The most devastating thing about graduating, though, is the thought of losing touch with friends. Is going out going to be as spontaneous, as wild or as fun? Who am I going to bother when I want to procrastinate or make fun of bad movies? Having my crew so close by is awesome, and something I can’t imagine losing.
One of my roommates already started his countdown to graduation day. As I see the days tick by, I can’t help but think how fast it all went and how I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
Hmm better start working on that forged high school diploma.
April 4, 2011
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Posted by Amy Vidal
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