Illustration by Lian Plass
I've spent the better part of this week complaining. Or, more aptly, the past few weeks.
Monday and Tuesday nights, I groaned away in Butler 209 as I watched the movies I was supposed to watch during Intro to Film instead of falling asleep.
I groaned and hated my life so much this week that I had to listen to fart videos (of all things) to stop myself from going insane. By 2 a.m. last night, I was like, "Fuck the world, I'm going to sleep 23 hours a day during spring break."
And then today, at 4 p.m., I saw a friend's Facebook reminder about buying my graduation regalia. I went to the bookstore. I bought my cap, my gown, and my tassel. Shit just got real. And as much as I'm done with academics, I'm not done with Columbia.
And I'm scared as fuck.
