tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post5162431023255382772..comments2024-02-19T05:16:19.517-05:00Comments on So Dear and Yet So Far: GraduationSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03812637630030228124noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-83216498614313515692008-05-28T21:03:00.000-04:002008-05-28T21:03:00.000-04:00On the day of my high school graduation, one of my...On the day of my high school graduation, one of my teacher told us to look around, because this would be the last time we would be together. There were only 36 of us, so we rolled our eyes ... naievely thinking that we would all see eachother again soon. That fall one of my oldest friends and classmates died in a car accident. She was right, we would never all be in the same place again.<BR/><BR/>If I could go back to that day, I would tell myself to look around, and enjoy your last moments of childhood ... things were going to change fast, and not all of it was for the better.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-42891316242127997372008-05-28T13:46:00.000-04:002008-05-28T13:46:00.000-04:00What 18 or 21 year old would listen?? They all thi...What 18 or 21 year old would listen?? They all think they know everything right? I know I did or at least when folks would tell me what to watch out for I still had the blissfully ignorant idea that the bad shit would blow past me and land on someone else...I guess that's what I would tell them tho, the bad shit at some point will land on you and that's when you will really find out who you are and what you are made of, so be prepared to find out because you may not be who you think you are at all and that may not be a bad thing.k@laklyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05366772609212990882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-58744209056943025532008-05-28T12:13:00.000-04:002008-05-28T12:13:00.000-04:00Guys named Chris or Kris will turn out to be loser...Guys named Chris or Kris will turn out to be losers and will suck the life and money out of you. (sorry to all the Chris' out there, just sayin' this was the case for good ole G)G$https://www.blogger.com/profile/05010373805685335151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-6211725069397654902008-05-28T01:42:00.000-04:002008-05-28T01:42:00.000-04:00I'd tell myself to go slower. Don't rush things so...I'd tell myself to go slower. Don't rush things so much. It's not a race. I could stand to listen to that even now...c.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02933776400434137451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-44460838138312403002008-05-27T21:19:00.000-04:002008-05-27T21:19:00.000-04:00TAKE! A YEAR! OFF! TRAVEL! I know the economy s...TAKE! A YEAR! OFF! TRAVEL! I know the economy sucks and none of your friends can find jobs and everyone and their mother is going to grad school cuz there's nothing else to do, but WAIT! GO HUNGRY! Go when you really want it!<BR/><BR/>When i was finally a TA in a position to tell undergrads these things, this is what I preached. I might have done something else, something I wanted more, something I got through quicker. Something I could use now.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-14108053938570180522008-05-26T18:42:00.000-04:002008-05-26T18:42:00.000-04:00It is a new chapter in our lives. MAybe not a chap...It is a new chapter in our lives. MAybe not a chapter we wanted in our book, but it's there.<BR/>I would tell my old young self to slow down. I was always in a hurry to get to the next stage (which had never included kids, btw). I worked too hard, and I don't think it really paid off.Ya Chunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08816837461370619194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-41814543812861517062008-05-26T15:31:00.000-04:002008-05-26T15:31:00.000-04:00Too many things.Too many things.Antigonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09206205690072218302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398826425080805683.post-5361494959665517062008-05-26T14:15:00.000-04:002008-05-26T14:15:00.000-04:00I got married two weeks after college graduation. ...I got married two weeks after college graduation. There is only one mistake I made since then I feel I could've avoided or might have listened to advice about. But at that point it was still over 3 years away, and I am not sure how I could've phrased the warning for that far in advance to be specific enough. The rest? I don't think it would be good to know. I don't think knowing about the shit coming down the pipeline would've made it better, or even more bearable, or made my reaction to it any better. Except maybe for one thing. If I could tell myself to seek treatment for the depression that would hit after the death of my grandfather without putting it off... but I don't know how to have done that either. <BR/><BR/>It's a striking poem. Thank you.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.com