The Beginning of a New Life

So I realize that I haven't posted anything in a really, really long time.

Here's my excuse: Graduation. 

Yes friends, I did it. Four years of tests, quizzes, papers, late nights, laughs, adventures, editing, dance parties, wine and cheese nights, (the list could go on for days), I FINALLY graduated from college.

Got a BA in Communications (although I prefer to say Journalism) and got whatever the school gives to double majors for Art and Architectural HIstory. Dear RWU, you should probably re-explain that one to freshman when they arrive.

The ceremony was wonderful. However, I did spend more of my time trying to find the most comfortable position to avoid vomiting from my hangover than anything else (typical Gaga fashion), but I managed to make it through. I received the President's Core Values Medallion, which is the most prestigious award you can get at RWU. It is given to 12 seniors, one from each school and three "at large" who exemplify all the Core Values of the University. Pretty much the ultimate RWU student. Before I got that award, the University's President Nirschel gave his speech. If you've read up on RWU traditions, you already know that each year Nirsch selects a popular song and sings it. A few weeks prior, I interviewed Nirsch for the school paper, and had mentioned that it would make me so happy if he sang "Bad Romance." He did better. He sang a mash up of "Bad Romance," Poker Face," AND "Just Dance!" I was so proud.

But when I went up to get my Core Medallion, Nirsch shook my hand and said, "You got two awards today. This thing, and I sang Gaga because you asked nicely."

Score! Left my legacy.

When I got my diploma, in typical Gaga fashion, I wore no shoes, and moon walked across the stage. I don't think an IVY League school would let me do that.

So here I am now, not even a week into being a college graduate, and I'm dying. I spent four days writing a cover letter for one job. ONE JOB! I keep telling myself that I need to find a job so I can move out (because as much as I love my family, I HATE Holden), but I'm just not ready to do it. I still want to go out with my friends, I still want the dance parties, to go out knowing that it's ok if I spend tomorrow in bed with a hangover. I want to spend my graduation money on a trip to Europe, I want to drive cross country. I don't want to be a real person, with bills and responsibilities. 

Something tells me this summer i going to be an adventure. Trying to balance my college mentality with finding a job, and trying to become a real person when all I want to do is enjoy the world without me. Sometimes I wish money didn't matter, that you could do what you want, whenever you want. Clearly this is not the case. Maybe the guy in Into the Wild had it right. Burn all my possessions and go. Or maybe not.