Graduation

I think it finally hit me today.

I'm graduating.

I've been looking forward to and working for my graduation day for as long as I can remember.

Today was the school graduation fair. I bought my cap and gown, and was going to get my announcements until I looked at them and said "$50 bucks... yeah right" That's over $2/announcement.. so I didn't get them.

But I did fill out an application to join the alumni association. And then I played plinko for a chance to win a BYU alumni license plate frame. AND I WON!

As I walked out of the bookstore, I looked down and realized that if I could pass my English class (and my Spanish and Golf ones), I would truly be an alumni. I felt happy and old at the same time.

Well, I guess that's better than feeling sad and young.

Technical Communication

Man. I should have counted my blessings during the spring semester, because I didn't have any classes that irritated me.

This semester, it's going to be Technical Writing. However, I've got to give it to John M Lannon, the author of the required textbook for the class, for implementing the ideal scheme to squeeze every possible penny out of college students.

Here's the surefire plan to get rich quick off of college students:
1) Write a textbook for a class that is required for graduation across campus. Like college English.
2) Require that your textbook be used in all sections of the class.
3) Create a custom edition of your book for each university so that the resell market is constricted, and so that the international reprint competition is eliminated.
4) Update your book by changing chapter names and adding a small amount of additional content every two years, so students will be forced to buy the latest edition.
5) Buy an X-box and lots of first-person shooters to distract your mind so you don't think about the lives of the college students you are tormenting.
6) Laugh evilly and get rich quick.

Bleh.

I hope this guy feels guilty someday. Preying on college students is only a little better than stealing candy from blind children.

Poor Boy

Yesterday, I had a bad experience.

I needed to run some errands, and I thought the beginning of the semester would be a good time to do that. I ran up the street to a camping shop, and bought a replacement camelbak bladder after one of the camelbaks burst after being thrown while on our trip to the Subway in Zion. While there, I was tempted to stop over at the army surplus store across the street. While walking around in the dark store, I didn't see a step and kicked my sandalled foot into the step. I noticed something was amiss when I felt my sandal become squishy, and I looked down and noticed I was walking in my toe blood. I added new sandals to my shopping list.

I ran to walmart to get a key copied, but was disappointed to learn that they did not have my key type. I grabbed a sandwitch from the deli. It was called a "Poor Boy" sandwich. I thought it was nice. I also got some sandals, bandaids, and antibiotic spray.

I ate the sandwitch on the way home, and thought the sandwich tasted a little funny. I arrived home and washed my foot off and bandaged it. Then, I headed to my accompanying job. After accompanying, I came home, made some mac and cheese and chili, then went to golf class. After I came home, I felt a little tired, so I took a nap before me and Dev were to go to see the new Transformers movie.

When I awoke, I was disappointed to find that I was a little sick. Whatever. We left for the midnight showing, and got front row seats.. bleh. Half-way through, I felt like I had to puke. So I left the theater, and sat down in the hall. Evidently, I didn't look so good, because the people in the theater brought me some water. It was "on the house."

When the movie finally ended, I was disappointed a the mix of motherly comic relief, the pointless romantic plot, and the action sequences that I could only see a corner of. And the 'an arm and a leg' movie man voice. Whatever.

I came home and got into bed. I felt awful. I got up and puked. It was at that instant that I felt like I was a "Poor Boy". I skipped out on Spanish this morning so I could get a couple more hours of sleep, and because I felt like I was going to puke when I stood up.

Whatev.