Graduation smaduation ... or is it?

Hey look, a post not about James.

It looks like I'm going to graduate. Graduation. How ... odd. I'll be the first of my group of friends to do it. The first of my siblings. Only the third in my extended family. It's one of those things that you just never really think about. Until now. When I have to order tickets, pictures, gowns (I refuse to wear the hat). It's just a piece of paper, right? I don't know. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole 'graduation' thing. I guess that's why I'm going back. I'm totally not ready to enter the real world and have to go and get a job. I know how to do the whole 'school' thing. I'm good at it. It's safe. I don't know how to have a job. At least nothing more than a summer job. And, really, that doesn't count. So maybe it's a cowardly move. But a cowardly move that's going to earn me more money at the end. This graduation thing all seems a bit silly if you ask me. I am kind of interested about the hood though. One thing is for sure. There will definitely be partying after.