Honestly, I'm not really sure what to say right now.
I get this feeling that this wasn't my weekend. In the last four days I've been sunburnt on three different occasions—the last of which got me pretty badly. I'm feeling like crap, accordingly.
I had also mentioned previously that there would be a ranty post forthcoming, although I'm not sure it's warranted.
Nevertheless, I actually received my diplomas (much to my surprise). Satan had told me on Thursday evening that there were a bunch of things that I needed to take care of before I could actually graduate—this is in contrast to the answer I got a few weeks ago when I asked the registrar if there was anything else I needed to finish. Talking with the registrar early on Friday morning cleared up the issue: there are a bunch of things I need to sign before I leave, but not before I graduate. I expect to take care of these things on Monday.
There was some confusion about my keys—I turned them in, although the lady at the key office didn't know if there was another form I had to fill out. I didn't have time to make another trip around campus, so I left town without following it up. When I got home that evening I had an email saying that I still had keys due. I actually got my diplomas, though, so I figure everything worked out.
I ended up making all but two promised party appearances on Saturday, although it was damned exhausting. In retrospect, suggesting that I hang out with my parents in Albuquerque instead of Socorro may not have been the best idea—I ended up spending around three hours on the road just travelling between here and there.
I realize I'm bitching a good deal, but I'm actually in a pretty good mood. I suppose I just need to get all that out of the way for the moment.
The thing that really gets me right now is how poorly I predicted when people would be splitting town. My guess was between one and three weeks after graduation, and it turns out that some folks are nearly gone already. I suppose this makes sense, but it's odd seeing them go. I try not to get too sentimental about this thing—and it works, because I'm not—but it's difficult to schedule everybody in before they split town. Bummer.
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