it is absolutely ridiculous that i am five seconds away from being done with college at twenty six, but i guess i did drop out and not go for multiple semesters and just worked. whatever! come friday, it's bye bye columbia university. i am in the home stretch, writing a paper comparing titian's venus of urbino with manet's olympia. wrapped up a 15 pager regarding richard prince and warhol with foucault's idea on rupture and authorship. how fucking academic i am for about two weeks a year.
i'm not going to commencement, nor is my sister who graduates from hunter at the same time. it seems pointless when you know zero people in your graduating class. my family lacks all school spirit! yet are absolutely adament about education and finishing college. my mom is getting her phd and is a professor at uc berkeley and my little sister is moving to new zealand to study at peter jackson's studio for her study abroad. it was cute that for a year or two there my dad had all four of his girls in college at the same time.
but no more!
friday i celebrate. after my birthday party, i think james and i are going to take a road trip to the south.