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Grad Dinner
Feb. 11th, 2007 03:40 pmSo, because according to WLU I am applicable to graduate and because I will not be in the country for my actual graduation ceremony in June, my mother has decided that the occasion must somehow otherwise be marked as Important.
So she asked me where I wanted to go for dinner. I say The Lord Nelson, because it is close, and it is very nice. And then the whole thing kinda spun out of control. Now there's 8 of us (family) going, including my great-uncle who is the patriarch of the family. And we have a private table in the wine cellar. And there will be a flower centerpiece and chosen wines and the whole thing is going to cost somewhere in the neighbourhood of a number with 4 digits before the period.
GAH.
I seem to be the only one who DOESN'T CARE about the whole thing. It's a BA? It's a peice of paper that says I am not better than anyone else who ever went to university. Why does this matter so much? And even if it does to my mother, which I acknowledge is fair, because I am an only child, and it's like my first marriage or child or something, but isn't this going a little overboard?
And apparently there will be Presents. I use a capital because it has come to my attention that the lower case is not good enough to describe what my family considers appropriate gifts for a BA graduate. I wonder how they plan to top this when I get an MA? (If I get an MA) I am exceedingly overwhelmed by the whole thing, and kinda want to crawl into a hole and not come out. Because I love being the center of attention until I am actually the center of attention and then I hate it. Especially when my great-uncle is involved, because my level of guilt is dependent on his approvel of my choices in life (or has been since nana died) and because I am still mortally embarassed for screwing up when I was 14 when he told me he could get me a one-way ticket to Ridley College no questions asked and I said no. And at xmas he told me he was proud of me and I nearly died, because I'm not even one of his grandchildren. I'm his sister's grandchild that doesn't have grandparents any longer so he's trying to make up for it.
I'm going to stop now.
So she asked me where I wanted to go for dinner. I say The Lord Nelson, because it is close, and it is very nice. And then the whole thing kinda spun out of control. Now there's 8 of us (family) going, including my great-uncle who is the patriarch of the family. And we have a private table in the wine cellar. And there will be a flower centerpiece and chosen wines and the whole thing is going to cost somewhere in the neighbourhood of a number with 4 digits before the period.
GAH.
I seem to be the only one who DOESN'T CARE about the whole thing. It's a BA? It's a peice of paper that says I am not better than anyone else who ever went to university. Why does this matter so much? And even if it does to my mother, which I acknowledge is fair, because I am an only child, and it's like my first marriage or child or something, but isn't this going a little overboard?
And apparently there will be Presents. I use a capital because it has come to my attention that the lower case is not good enough to describe what my family considers appropriate gifts for a BA graduate. I wonder how they plan to top this when I get an MA? (If I get an MA) I am exceedingly overwhelmed by the whole thing, and kinda want to crawl into a hole and not come out. Because I love being the center of attention until I am actually the center of attention and then I hate it. Especially when my great-uncle is involved, because my level of guilt is dependent on his approvel of my choices in life (or has been since nana died) and because I am still mortally embarassed for screwing up when I was 14 when he told me he could get me a one-way ticket to Ridley College no questions asked and I said no. And at xmas he told me he was proud of me and I nearly died, because I'm not even one of his grandchildren. I'm his sister's grandchild that doesn't have grandparents any longer so he's trying to make up for it.
I'm going to stop now.
