We'll be old and fat and mediocre. We'll reminisce on the old days when we didn't fight the administration, when we didn't party until last call, when we wimped out because we were too lazy or apathetic to care. We'll laugh about the drugs we didn't take and the people we didn't have the guts to talk to. College will be like a microwave dinner sterilized in a plastic tray. We can reheat the memories any time we want, but they still taste like ass.
Graduation is a welcome change.
I'm looking forward to competing in the global marketplace. I can't wait to take the risks, feel the failures and work toward the future. I only hope that I am more prepared than most of my peers who are now diploma-wielding waiters, bartenders and construction workers. I did not spend this much time and money to work in a coffee shop and have a nice wall hanging called a diploma. I want to use this knowledge for the job I studied for three years to hold.