And I'm a Graduate

THIS, is graduation at ACC.

The ceremony was a run of the mill, backwoods community college affair. Things kicked off with some bagpipes and speeches. Parents were encouraged to toss more of their children into the fire as ACC strives for excellence. Boring commentary flew off recipe cards and Mayor Dave brought up the rear with an oh-so inspiring talk about staying in Brandon. Speeches were followed by various awards to people with perfect GPA's. I think the fact 3 or 4 people achieved the coveted "perfect" grade point average speaks volumes about the courses they were taking. I'm not aiming to take anything away from from the accomplishments of these people, I just don't believe that one woman could know everything there is to know about caring for the sick.

When I went to accept my diploma I was reminded by a kind, older lady that I should go "as soon as the person in front of you begins to walk away". I told her that sounded like some mean rocket science, then paraded across the front to recieve my fake diploma and an achievement certificate.

Fake Diploma ?

Since I have not yet completed my internship (required for graduation) my envelope contained a certificate that basically said, thanks for coming out. The achievment award was worded alot like the "Most Improved Player" award I got when I was playing novice hockey. This was ironic, as my marks went down over the course of my two years of study. Regardless of its hollow meanings it is the thought that counts and it gave my mom something to be proud of.

I don't mean to sound so jaded, but this grad was more troubling than my high school graduation. It is hard to watch as a few hundred people smile and accept their boring positions in the world. But I guess we can't all be as cool as me.

Then I got drunk

We smashed a rocking chair (with permission), then Grant wrestled with the picnic table for twenty minutes or so. Unfortunatly, the picnic table turned out to be a formidable adversary.

Picnic table: 1 Grant: 0

Heise made a brief appearance at the party, but was too cool to come into the back yard. He went to the washroom then pulled a page from the old-school Barnsey playbook and left without telling anyone. Money and Jimmy have swore to break his legs next time they see him.

Prop drops one notch

They played well, but they were carrying an ugliness with them. Their attempts to include the crowd seemed as though they were done out of routine. Their proformance just didn't seem genuine and you could tell that Chris didn't feel like playing many of the songs.

I think I may have just seen them on a bad night, as I heard their show in Portage had a completly different vibe. Perhaps I will give them another shot next month when they play here in the W.P.G.
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