Hail the conquering graduate!

[lotus0kid]

Yeah, I made it. Sprinted through the morning, did the ceremony, snapsnapsnapicturepicturepicture, limped back to the suite on torn feet (bad shoe choice, brought it on myself), finished packing, then into the car and home! I'm going to dinner with Dad's side of the family in a few minutes, which'll be nice. After that... who knows? Honestly, I've been so focused on getting through graduation weekend, I haven't spared a thought to the after part beyond the very general "Get a job. Move the heck out of my mom's house before she sells it." I'm really hoping I can have a few days' grace to chill out, unpack a little. I'll have to unpack some, since my packing process has left me completely clueless as to where any of my stuff actually is. There are bags, boxes, and suitcases- don't ask me what's shoved in where. I kind of gives me a headache.

Anyway, I'm beat, but.. happy, I guess. Congrats, Class of '09!

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[lotus0kid.livejournal.com]

*sigh* They're so selfish, those illegal drug-users. They might, they might. Are they? Ha! That's some good schadenfreude right there, since my.. heh, my alma mater seemed to be catering to the Business Majors at the expense of other departments quite a bit at the end.

Oh man, those Petrellis and their amazing Hugs of Betrayal. I hope we get at least one more of those before the series ends.

[visiblemarket.livejournal.com]

Really. So little self control, too. I think that's true of just about every major university these days. We just recently had protests about it, and while I do think there's a fair bit of disparity going on in the fact that there's a huge brand new business building all on its own with a fancy lawn and a cafeteria, while econ is crammed in with government and politics in a building from the 60's, at the latest, and a couple of vending machines on the first floor, is a little unfair overall, well...they're getting theirs. So there.

To be fair, it's not like Peter gives them. Although...he did give Nathan that "Okay, I'll go and have Mohinder try and fix my power" hug right before running away and into Claude's arms, so I guess he does do a fair bit of that as well.

[lotus0kid.livejournal.com]

It's so disappointing, really. Our Arts Department has gotten really shafted the last couple of years, especially Drama. Though, to be fair, the reason they haven't had a good theater the past while is because a new one's being built. Though, construction is pretty much crawling.

Next to Arthur's epic power-stealing hug and Nathan's tazing hug, Peter's little fake-out hug really just highlights how un-Petrelli-like he really is.

[visiblemarket.livejournal.com]

Like I say, it's real special that the majors that cause the financial meltdowns get the nice digs and the ones that people expect to solve them get a vending machine that steals your money. Ironically enough. Again, not bitter. But the thing is, people who can afford to give a lot money tend to be in those schools, so, you know...yeah, it makes sense.

The tazing hug still makes me wince. Even though I went back to liking Nathan, a little, when I went back to watch that scene and he was all, "Be gentle with him"...urg. Bad brother, Nathan!

[lotus0kid.livejournal.com]

Heh, isn't that just ducky? But I get it. It was the same when I applied to Bryn Mawr- they were looking for people they knew could pay the tuition. That doesn't tend to include the artsy crowd.

Seriously. I don't think there was really any coming back from what he did earlier in the season, even if Peter forgave him, that's why he "died" in the finale.

[visiblemarket.livejournal.com]

It really is. But college is like that. I have a couple of friends in the art school, and they really do have it even worse, because at most econ majors need an blackboard and a slide projector. The art school has easels that fall apart and crappy lockers and...yeah. It's not good.

The only reason I care at all about Nathan and his survival or lack of it is because of what it'll do to Peter. Because Peter deserves not to have people he loves die all the time.