Pomp & circumstance approaches

Today I filed for graduation. I stood in line, waiting to give a woman behind the counter my $60 (dual degrees are expensive), and then I filled out my required graduation survey, which, among other things, asked me the following question:

Overall, how satisfied were you with your undergraduate experience?
a) Very satisifed
b) Satisfied
c) Dissatisfied
d) Very dissatisfied

I'll tell you what I am dissatisfied with: that ridiculous question, that's what I'm dissatisfied with.

So after working through the existential crisis brought about by the sheer terror of trying to figure out whether my undergraduate experience was "very satisfying" or just "satisfying," I completed the survey, filled out some more forms, and turned them in. I was left standing outside the student services building holding two receipts and looking down in bewilderment at my golden honor cords. And all I could think was:

Okay. So....that's it.

What a ridiculously weird feeling.

[Drink of the Day: Einstein's Darn Good Coffee, Global Village Blend]
[Currently Listening to: Glen Hansard, Falling Slowly]