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The Daily OrangeSpinelli: Do I have post-graduation plans? No. Do you care? I didn't think so...
By Scott Spinelli
Posted: 5/7/08, 8:06 PM EST Section: Feature
So seniors: we're graduating. This is it, the day, the weekend, the week we've all been waiting for. Family flies and drives in, you start talking to "friends" you've curiously found a way to avoid for three and a half years. It's a grand time.
To be honest, I'm not that sentimental about graduating. Or, at least I'm trying to convince myself of that now.
Fast forward to 25 years down the road, I'm driving my son to his third consecutive day of Little League practice. It's gotten so incessant that I've come to hate the sport I once loved as a kid. Then again, I don't want to go home, my wife and other kids are there.
And then, I realize, I've become my father. Maybe then, I miss school.
In all seriousness, graduation for most seniors is like death, taxes and that regrettable one night stand - unavoidable.
One of my biggest fears is I won't keep in touch with those friends of mine outside my close circle. Not because I won't remember. Not because I don't want to. No, my biggest concern is not knowing their e-mail.
There has to come a point when you can no longer have an e-mail ending in @syr.edu. The question I lose sleep over is, when will that point occur?
Everywhere I go, people seem to feel the need to remind me I'm graduating.
Head over to Faegan's, there's a "Day's Left" counter on the wall. Don't worry though, if you can't see it for some reason, they'll shout it out every few minutes.
Well, at least Facebook photo albums are doing their part. "Is this the end!?!" and "Last Night!"
You can't even talk to anyone anymore without it being the central topic of the conversation. It surrounds me so much I've even found myself sucked into this state. If there's even a moment lapse in a conversation, I immediately ask the question of all questions.
"So, what's going on with you after all this?"
Subtle enough, but the real question is, "Why am I even asking, when we both know neither of us really care?"
To be honest, I'm not that sentimental about graduating. Or, at least I'm trying to convince myself of that now.
Fast forward to 25 years down the road, I'm driving my son to his third consecutive day of Little League practice. It's gotten so incessant that I've come to hate the sport I once loved as a kid. Then again, I don't want to go home, my wife and other kids are there.
And then, I realize, I've become my father. Maybe then, I miss school.
In all seriousness, graduation for most seniors is like death, taxes and that regrettable one night stand - unavoidable.
One of my biggest fears is I won't keep in touch with those friends of mine outside my close circle. Not because I won't remember. Not because I don't want to. No, my biggest concern is not knowing their e-mail.
There has to come a point when you can no longer have an e-mail ending in @syr.edu. The question I lose sleep over is, when will that point occur?
Everywhere I go, people seem to feel the need to remind me I'm graduating.
Head over to Faegan's, there's a "Day's Left" counter on the wall. Don't worry though, if you can't see it for some reason, they'll shout it out every few minutes.
Well, at least Facebook photo albums are doing their part. "Is this the end!?!" and "Last Night!"
You can't even talk to anyone anymore without it being the central topic of the conversation. It surrounds me so much I've even found myself sucked into this state. If there's even a moment lapse in a conversation, I immediately ask the question of all questions.
"So, what's going on with you after all this?"
Subtle enough, but the real question is, "Why am I even asking, when we both know neither of us really care?"
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