Class of 2004, and all the means

I love Quiggles and Lee (aka PresBo). They made graduation ceremonies fun, and Lee rocks my world for putting up with the PETA asshats who interrupted my graduation. What the hell were they thinking their shit would do for their cause? All they did was piss off 30,000 people who were not at all swayed by their rudeness to be favorable to their cause. In fact, it would have quite the opposite effect, as it did with me. I did indeed go to www.columbiacruelty.com but only to look and see if I could write to them and call them all assholes and announce my intention to slaughter apes wantonly until they apologized for disrespecting me and my man Lee. We ROARED for the GS students because the second protestor tried to interrupt their dean's asking Lee to graduate them. They're sorta an unfelt presence on campus to a large degree, and they didn't deserve such treatment. ROAR FOR GS.

Yay for the diploma. It's soooo officious looking. Yay for my free towel and my DVD with the "Roar, Lion, Roar" sing-a-long. These are things I like a lot about the 250 thing--we get a lot more attention. Columbia students are attention whores, or at least CC students are. We haven't gotten much attention these four years; suddenly, it's all about us and I'm flipping out. It's like we matter. Really, they're just trying to butter us up for the donations (ARGH AT THE ALUMNI ASSOCIATION FUND RAISING AT MY CLASS DAY), but hey, they like us! Quiggles said we're the hottest, too!

( Graduation Melancholy, part the first... )