Guess Who’s Graduating · 5:01pm May 9th
Dear Bronies and Pegasisters,
After eleven years, dozens of classes, a mountain of essays, assignments, projects, paintings, and a pandemic, I will finally be graduating from Idaho State University.
Words fail me to convey both the relief and dread I feel at this moment. Yes, it’s something I had worked for. Yes, I am glad that I am about to earn my Bachelor’s through my merits. And yes, I have also found my calling as an artist.
At the same time, I also face a great unknown. Now that I have a BA in Art, the question of what comes next haunts me. But at I know that whatever comes next, I won’t have to face it alone. I have my family to help keep an eye out for my next opportunity.
Tomorrow, I will be going to the commencement ceremony to cross that final threshold in my academic journey. Tomorrow I will celebrate my efforts of eleven years paying off.
And tomorrow, the start of a new chapter in life.
Signed, your fellow writer,
- CrackedInkWell
Congratulations.
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Congratulations!
Congratulations and WELCOME TO HELL!!! Now you have to find a job, pay back the student loans, keep a roof over your head, get food, pay insurance, get ripped off by taxes, and find a way to write.... I don't wish you good luck.... I wish you the best luck ever... You will need it...
Well done!! I'm so glad you made it. I gotta say that I wish you success, because I know you WILL make it far.
Luck is for losers, success if for the winners.
So yeah, go for it!! If life gets hard? Hit back harder!
Congratulations! We all knew you had it in you! Make sure to celebrate (just don't party too hard)!
Good Goddamn job, mate. <3
Congratulations, now it's time for you to take a little break after so much stress.
congratulations bro!
(a little question: why the degree takes 11 years? even with the interruption of pandemic it is still quite alot of time)
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Once upon a time, when I had graduated from High School back in 2011, the first thing I did was look for a job. And right out of high school, I got one. I worked at a local pizzeria first as a cook's assistant and later as a busboy. However, due to the economy and perhaps the owners didn't have the heart to let me go, my hours were cut back to the point that although I worked part-time, I had worked for one hour a week. This went on for eight and a half months, when despite my patience in hopes that things would get better, I quit. So, I did what anyone would have done: I looked for a new job.
I looked... and looked... I applied for one application after another. But despite my best efforts, nobody wanted me. By 2013, my mother decided to step in and got me involved with Vocational Rehab. Thanks to my mental disability, somehow I ended up with a deal. That if I wanted, they could get me into college, where, as long as I kept up good grades, they would pay for everything. Tuition, class fees, textbooks, and even later on, a gas voucher. That way, by the time I graduate, I will come out of it student-debt free. But first, I had to take a special class in math so I would have enough credits to get into said college. Due to it being so poor and having to repeat the same class over, and over and over and over and over, I finally got enough to officially start in 2014.
From the first semester, when I thought I would start doing college part-time, I thought I would do five classes - this, for my mental state, was a big mistake. Of course, I did manage to get through it, yet it was almost too overwhelming for me mentally to have to keep up and keep track of everything. So, with a deal with Voc Rehab, we both thought it best that I should take this college thing slow, by doing two or three classes per semester. Even back then, I knew it was a long path for me ahead, but better to take it slow than to lose my mind.
Over the years, I had transverse over to three colleges between 2014 and 2020. For some, it was due to reducing costs. For others, because one of the local colleges closed down. But just as the pandemic of 2020 hit that spring, I had enough credits to earn my associate's degree (although I didn't attend the ceremony for obvious reasons).
About a year later, I enrolled in college again, this time to pursue my degree in art. And to do that, I have to get out of my hometown and take a fifty-minute drive south. This was due to the fact that there were, and are, no art classes being taught where I lived. While I tried to avoid it, there was no way around it. Luckily, not only did Voc Rehab add gas vouchers to the plan, but my older sister happens to live down there, too. Which made it a lot easier for me to get to some of those morning classes on time. And the rest is history.
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Wow, thats...impressive. Happy to see you overcome sooo many struggles and finally achieve the goal. Congratulation again!!