My current term is almost over. I have a 99.7% in my Caring for Children with Special Needs class, and a 98.9% in my Nutrition class. When you aim for 100%, these numbers disappoint you. My final term ends May 29. My degree will mail out in 6-8 weeks after that so that I receive it around my ceremony date.
I had to register for graduation today, which isn't until August, but if registration is open, that means it will fill up fast. Students have to have a 3.0 GPA to even attend the ceremony, so that probably eliminates quite a few students. Also, they're holding graduation at the Arie Crown Theater in Chicago. While that place is pretty fantastically huge, space is limited. In order to be guaranteed my two guest tickets, I need to register early. Now, I"m not sure why I'm so intent on getting two tickets. The event is on a Saturday, which Dave always works Saturdays...When I asked him if he would take the day off, or even ask, he rolled his eyes. He says he doubts he could get a Saturday off in the summer and that being able to pay our bills is more important. No one else seems to want to go. No one cares, I guess. It almost seems pointless to go. Someone has to watch the kids. If Dave doesn't go, that leaves my mom with the kids, since she doesn't want to go anyway. No one would be going except me, and that's stupid.
Growing up, I wasn't pushed to go to college, or even encouraged. And so far, I'm the only one of four kids to have gone to college. I thought my mom would be proud of me. I thought she'd want to see me walk across the stage and get my degree, with honors. When I told her when the ceremony is, she offered to watch the kids.
No, I'm not getting my degree for anyone else, other than myself. However, I do wish the people most important to me would recognize the hard work I've put into getting into school, maintaining such a high GPA, and finally graduating- with honors.
*Sigh*
Well then... maybe I shouldn't go.
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