IL Ruffino
15-05-2006, 00:24
Once apon a time (yesterday to be exact..), in a place far far away (Kutztown), there was a boy who had a dream (brother).
His dream was to study hard, learn new things and become successful.
Did he? Fuck if I know.
His graduation was yesterday. It was outside.
It was nice. With a girl from Bolivia who actually knows how to write a speach, how could you go wrong?
The students, about 1,000 or so, entered the stadium, all in maroon robes and had pretty scarve thingys. This took 20 minutes.
Then, the girl from Bolivia started speaking, and everyone loved her.
After her was a man named Guido Bichinni.. or something.. We all laughed at him because the announcer made it sound like "Little Bikini".. I have no idea what he said.
Anyway, then a girl, some poet, started talking. We all hated her.
Then it started raining, then it stopped, brother got his diploma, then the poor business majors didn't have the honor of having everyone see them get their award because a thunder storm attacked.
I have never walked so fast, or so far, to get to a car.
Had lobster at this very fancy inn, came home, snuck a beer, went to bed.
But I have one question.
Is it bad that I remember the duck that kept flying around, and kept me amused, and the part when the poet lady quoted Margaret Thatcher, and nothing else?
Oh, and.. how were your graduation experiences like?
His dream was to study hard, learn new things and become successful.
Did he? Fuck if I know.
His graduation was yesterday. It was outside.
It was nice. With a girl from Bolivia who actually knows how to write a speach, how could you go wrong?
The students, about 1,000 or so, entered the stadium, all in maroon robes and had pretty scarve thingys. This took 20 minutes.
Then, the girl from Bolivia started speaking, and everyone loved her.
After her was a man named Guido Bichinni.. or something.. We all laughed at him because the announcer made it sound like "Little Bikini".. I have no idea what he said.
Anyway, then a girl, some poet, started talking. We all hated her.
Then it started raining, then it stopped, brother got his diploma, then the poor business majors didn't have the honor of having everyone see them get their award because a thunder storm attacked.
I have never walked so fast, or so far, to get to a car.
Had lobster at this very fancy inn, came home, snuck a beer, went to bed.
But I have one question.
Is it bad that I remember the duck that kept flying around, and kept me amused, and the part when the poet lady quoted Margaret Thatcher, and nothing else?
Oh, and.. how were your graduation experiences like?