The day has come that the U of A finally said they'd given me all they could and that it is time for me to leave and enter into the "real" world. The world of working from 9 to 6, actually ironing clothes before leaving the house, and making sure ends meet to pay bills (the real kind, not bar tabs). So after a 3 hour graduation ceremony in Bud Walton Arena, the Razorback Class of 2010 officially became alumni.
Me and some of my KKG sorority sisters before the ceremony. At this point we were still in denial that it was happening. Flash forward through 2 1/2 hours of name calling and the Graduation March, which is still stuck in my head, and you've got graduation.
I can't tell if my family is more excited that the forever long ceremony is completed or that their money and patience with me for the past four years has finally paid off with a degree and a job for me! Either way, we were all in really good moods :)
After the ceremony we all went our separate ways for dinner--my family went to Bonefish in Rogers for a great meal--and then we reconvened at Powerhouse for a big celebration shin-dig on the patio. It was good to get to see everyone and their families one last time before parting ways for jobs, schools, and internships. 
Then after we'd tired all of our parents out, we decided to hit Dickson Street for one last time all together as (semi-) undergraduates. It was definitely a great night out and great way to end a fantastic 4 years.
Now I'm back in West Memphis knee deep in boxes and dirty laundry. I've been sorting out what I should get rid of and donate to 8th Street Mission, what should stay in West Memphis, and what needs to eventually make its way to DC with me. As much as I claim to hate packing and cleaning, I really don't. Turn on some good tunes and I get in my zone. If I can rope Mom, Dad, or Clayton into sitting and talking with me while I do it, then it's even better! But so far I've really enjoyed being home and spending some much needed catch-up time with my family and old friends.
Now I'm back in West Memphis knee deep in boxes and dirty laundry. I've been sorting out what I should get rid of and donate to 8th Street Mission, what should stay in West Memphis, and what needs to eventually make its way to DC with me. As much as I claim to hate packing and cleaning, I really don't. Turn on some good tunes and I get in my zone. If I can rope Mom, Dad, or Clayton into sitting and talking with me while I do it, then it's even better! But so far I've really enjoyed being home and spending some much needed catch-up time with my family and old friends.
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