Alumna.

As of 6:30 last night, I am no longer and undergraduate student.  The label that I've identified with for the last four years no longer applies to me, and I'm not sure how I feel about this. I'm happy that I don't have to put up with school BS and ASU's outrageous fees, but I'm also sad because for the first time in my life, I'm not working toward a foreseeable goal.  And that is really, really weird.

I've learned a lot too:
Some adults will act like 12 year olds, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.  
Sometimes all you can do is cry, because everyone needs a good nervous breakdown every now and again.
It is incredibly hard to put yourself through college and come out with a respectable GPA (not like that matters in the real world, but I'm proud of my 2.89)
Studying shouldn't be everything.  I could tell you about the 1996 Telecommunications Act, but if I don't go hang out with friends, who will be there to listen to me?

I think that college has a point to make, that we're all a bunch of idiots, but here's how to not be as much of an idiot.  Maybe that's why I had to take so many cultural awareness classes.  Good thing I love anthropology, otherwise I would have been stuck taking white guilt courses.  Yuck.

So, as everyone probably knows, I really don't have any plans as far as what I'm doing with my life, but as my friend Chris put it "Dude, don't worry so much.  Sometimes all you can do is hope your shoes are tied and your underwear is clean.  That way you can be ready for the best thing to ever happen to you."

I really hope he's right.