So, it's been five years of books, studies, drama, and bullshit. But I finally got my friggin' diploma from The Citadel. Switched majors junior year, which is really late in to change, but never regretted it. Almost failed out because of calculus 3, then again from German. But I think my German professor helped me out with my grade and made sure I got through it.
Got my sheepskin (diploma) this past Saturday and made sure to kick back with a nice big pris of Ettan, then hit up the old smoke shop for a good cigar. And now that things are settling at home again, I'm going to bag a couple groundhogs that my grandma wants gone and sit back with my pipe and the Escudo I got.
Next stop is the regional OSO to see what I need to do to get a commission in the USMC, then visit the farm to hit Fedencio up on his job offer, gym, and stalk some more woodchucks.
Just wanted to share my little bit of euphoria while it still lasts. People always talk about rough times, I figured I'd talk about the good ones.
Got my sheepskin (diploma) this past Saturday and made sure to kick back with a nice big pris of Ettan, then hit up the old smoke shop for a good cigar. And now that things are settling at home again, I'm going to bag a couple groundhogs that my grandma wants gone and sit back with my pipe and the Escudo I got.
Next stop is the regional OSO to see what I need to do to get a commission in the USMC, then visit the farm to hit Fedencio up on his job offer, gym, and stalk some more woodchucks.
Just wanted to share my little bit of euphoria while it still lasts. People always talk about rough times, I figured I'd talk about the good ones.
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