I’ve gotten around to transcribe my diploma, which is very difficult because I don’t read Latin script; but find it here, it makes me very happy to have been able to find it!

Senatus Universitatis
Montis Allisoniani
Sackvillæ In Novo Brunsvico

Omnibus has Literas perfecturis Saluteme

Scatis quod preses conentientientibus sociis Honorandis ac Reverendis

My Name

Vræstitis privus omnibus Exercitus per leges et Consuetudines Academiæ requisitis Titulo Graduque Artium liberalium Baccalaurei adornarut et condecoravit et ei fruenda dedit emnia Jura Vrivilegia Dignitates Honores et Insignia qure hic aut uspuiam gentium ad eunden Grandum Baccalaurealem evectis concedi solent.

In cujus Rei Testimonium LITERIS hisce publicum Gollegii Figillum et Præsidis Chirographum afigenda curavimus.

Datum esc pedibus academicis die MENSIS MAII XXVI Anno Domuni MMVIII

Now isn’t that nifty? I can now say that I speak Latin. 😀

So what happens when we graduate? Friday morning I left for New Brunswick via Air Canada, as usual, arrived in Moncton meeting Jaime to drive me to Sackville. We checked in and frankly I went right to bed.

The following day we went shopping and then we prepared for our Senior Prom, which no doubt would be scandalously more fun than my original high school Prom of 2004. Although I was the Prom King that year, I had hell of a lot more fun at this one. The above photo reflects the old me, looking formal and sun-liten. That’s the flashback, back to reality now…

We were getting reading whilst staying in Edwards House, and I had a little too much to drink, I suppose; we headed over to Hestler Hall. I met up with some people I haven’t seen for a month, and would no doubt ever see again, and we danced the night away. I met up with Rosheen, Britney, Molly, and Alyson, sans Andrea who already moved to Banff, and hit the floor baby. As you can see, I certainly can bust a move, but ya’ll ain’t seen nothing yet.

After walking around in a drunken haze, I found Amber, my true lover from Ottawa. We spent the year in Strasbourg together, doing scandelous things, and since she was doing her thesis this year she was so busy and we rarely got to see each other. We managed to squeeze in a dance or two before the amazing DJ upstairs shut down and we headed downstairs to the sketchy pub.

The next day we decided to go to Joey’s for a celebratory dinner with Jaime, and Dorothy. We got a little hyper, and they had some sangrias while I pretended to be drinking, with water which was decked out with the garnishes of alcoholic beverages. All of this was leading up to Monday graduation where we would sit for hours and hours and listen to names.

I managed to find Natalie Monday Morning, my lover from French classes, and we hung out and caught up on what we were doing and took some photos. Although I didn’t take many photos at grad, since the camera failed and mother and Sharon were unable to function it correctly, I managed to squeeze away from the awkwardness of photos and get my diploma framed, and who did I see there, but Natalie, who begged me for a photo. Luckily it turned out, and we are all hot.

The following day we departed for Shediac where I had lobster for the first time in my life, as it is the lobster capital of the world… who knew? Anyways, we headed home Tuesday morning in a haze of 16 hour car ride, with the boring scenery of Canada in the spring. We nearly crashed in Montréal, but made it to sketchy Cornwall for food, and then home for the evening.

Have you ever wondered what some of the reasons are for my mood swings, emotional, irratic, or outlandish actions? Well I can sight several sources that may or may not surprise you.

First are foremost, Male-pms is a prime example, and you can read up on this in a different post.

Secondly, the uninclusiveness that I experiences as a result as being a cold and frigid person. Notably at my university, where I seem to be left out everything; no joke! What kinds of things? Well firstly, my colleagues tend to disregard me as someone who just “is” and use me only when it tickles their fancy. Secondly the graduating class, who completely shafted me for being in a recital to help my good friends. Thirdly by the Music department who cite inclusiveness, but have uninvited me from the music grad banquet.

How do you think one feels after not being able to go to two grad banquets, and feel like they are a complete alien to the university? Had I ran and won valedictorian, I would have created an outlandish “Fuck you” to everyone who’s been uninclusive. Obviously it’s high time that I get a backbone, and start to tell people to fuck off on a general basis. I am sick of being trampled all over. In addition to this, being a little more selfish might help me; since it seems to get other people going.

Needless to say my vote for valedictorian will go either as a blank, or for the lesser of all evils; whichever they may be. I will count how many wrongs each have done against me, and the resulting finalst will win my vote; it’s the only fair way that I can rationalise the voting procedure.

What else on elections? I’m half-heartedly deciding to run for Life Class, but I have no idea what it is. It’s bascially a last ditch effort to be “chosen” to do something, since this university has shafted me time, and time again. The only thing left for me to do is graduate, but even that will go without me being noticed.

Here’s a message for the people who don’t read this, or don’t even know it exists:

Try including people a little more often into your damn cliques, so that they won’t one day come back to shoot you all like in the horror stories you hear about all too often in the news…

Just saying, is all.