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R.I.P. Teachers, Dirty Looks

R.I.P. Teachers, Dirty Looks

I had intended on posting a ton of shit today but frankly, I’m at a loss for mental or intellectual capabilities. Yesterday, though many posts before have suggested it was already done, I finished all school-related activities, printed a half dozen copies of my thesis and sent them off for judging (theres technically one day left, a month from now, where in an American Idol-style “defense,” my three “judges” make me present a little show-and-tell and then badger me for an hour with scary questions, followed by a “deliberation” and then, hopefully, champagne and an official status as a Master of Arts). Anyway, to celebrate, I’m flying to Calgary, Alberta in about 3 hours to spend a week in the Rocky Mountains with brother, mother, 2 aunts, uncle and 2 cousins. I figure why not celebrate the finishing of what could be the gayest thesis ever in the land of social conservatism and repression?

Anyway, so today marks the first day since September 5, 1988 that am I no longer a student of any kind. 20 straight years of this shit and you can understand the identity crisis I’m about to face. No more student discounts? No more excuses to employers and loved ones for prioritizing them below “doing school work” (which may or may not have been 51% school work, 49% downloaded television shows)? No more surviving off incomes below $10,000/year? Its fucking scary.

On a more sentimental note, no more “thesis club,” (5 of the 7 us pictured below, in a photo that despite your initial feelings, was not intended for a Christian rock group album cover.. its just the only group one I have), which as lame as the name might be was the most functional and bullshit-free academic comradery I’ve ever felt:

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So thanks, y’all.

With that, I’m heading west and discontinuing blogging for at least 7 days. When I come back, and the realness of the identity-crisis/quarter-life crisis/whats responsibility?-crisis sets in, I hope to somehow return. But if not, R.I.P. The Lost Boy.

Oh, and to prove higher education hasn’t spoiled my addiction to mindless, useless internet garbage, I’ll end this off with a “Which Batman character are you?” quiz I just took. I figured my gay answers would make me Robin-bound. But no, it was much, much worse:


Find out Which Batman Character Are You at LiquidGeneration.com!

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