its a desolate land, deserted and garbage strewn about like 2 days after a fair, or Woodstock...

such is the sight of after graduation at CSUN

as I walk to work today and pass the wasteland, i think up my UCLA application essay, and look upon the workers folding the neat rows of pristinely white graduation chairs and putting them into the truck, some are out of place.... I imagine the happy families jumping up as their son or daughter's name is called, them waiting minutes after minutes toiling through all the other names, suddenly my name is called...

then i am snapped back to reality as i sit in my chair at work and prepare to blog

they recieved their diplomas, now what? i wonder the same.....
i have a friend of a friend who got his masters at 23.....

well.....i have lifeguard training soon, thats all i can say.