on October 15, 2009
This Saturday, I will don my black, tent-like cap & gown and join hundreds of other crazy adults to attend my college graduation ceremony. It has been nineteen years since I sported this get up, though the last time was bright yellow so this is exponentially better, and I’m still a little dazed. To add to my surreal state, I learned I’m graduating Magna Cum Laude. Upon reading those words on this little name card of mine, my first response was “What does that mean?!” I knew it was good, but I didn’t know specifics.
My next response, upon learning the details, was “No freaking way.” I have since progressed to “Ha!” And I’m ignoring the annoying inner critic in my head who keeps saying, “You know, if you’d tried a bit harder and not waited until the last minute to do everything, you could have reached Summa Cum Laude.”
To mark this momentous occasion, my family is coming to visit. My ENTIRE family. None of them have ever seen my apartment. Neither of my brothers have ever even been to this city as long as I’ve lived here. My dad hasn’t been here in over four years. This is a big deal. And I’m excited, but I’m also a little trepidatious. You see, these are not the happiest people on the planet. In fact, they’re downright miserable and tend to bicker. And fight. A lot. It’s not pretty.
But I’m looking forward to having them visit (partially because I’ve rented them an apartment for the weekend – cheaper than it sounds! – and I can still sleep in my own bed.) We’re also celebrating Christmas while they’re here, since I never sent presents home last December and I want this stuff out of my storage room. Presents always reduce cranky-pants behavior, right? Anyone?
In other awesome news, one of my bosses and another co-worker went in together and bought me a Sony Reader (that’s exactly it to the left). Can you believe that? It’s the touch screen one that reads to you. Seriously! I can plug in my headphones and relax to the robotically soothing sounds of a monotone love scene. Okay, I don’t really know what it’s going to sound like, but it’s still cool. Now, to figure out a) how it works and b) where to find digital books that aren’t priced stupidly high.
To tie in some writing news with this, I’m still waiting on the feedback from the writing coach, though she did say at first glance that it looked “hilarious”. Her word. Can you believe it? Me neither. I mean, I kind of go for funny, but hilarious? That’s just cool.
I also posted my first paragraph in Nathan Bransford’s 3rd Sort-of-Annual Stupendously Ultimate First Paragraph Challenge. Coolest title for a contest ever. But then, I expect nothing less from the coolest man in the writing industry blogosphere. (I can’t believe my Word did not mark blogosphere as misspelled. It didn’t recognize trepidatious but got blogosphere?) While I’m writing this there are well over 2000 entries and still nearly five hours left to enter. I’m not holding my breath at all.
So there you have it, what is going on in the life of aspiring-writer, slacker-extraordinaire Terri Osburn. If you think this is boring, you should have read the original post that included my new matching coffee table and end tables, and the exploits of my cat who in less than 24 hours managed to crawl inside my fridge and to the highest point in my closet, which is nearly seven feet off the ground. No idea how he accomplished either feat.