Mmmmm-mm! Looks good, doesn’t it? Well let me tell you, creating a delicious home-made pizza is hardwork. It requires time, patience, and important ingredients liek red wine, salad, and a Macbook Pro. You will also need a friend who can cook, cause I sure can’t. Thanks Saray.
So graduate school is over. It’s strange, knowing that my degree is on its way to my home in New Jersey, where my mother will frame it and place it next to my high school diploma and Kean University undergrad degree, two other pieces of paper I never bothered to collect in person. Being a student has forever been a piece of my identity, and I’m not going to lie, I reveled in the identity of a graduate student. I don’t know, there’s just something about it, a fun air of sophistication in saying “I’m working on my Masters in English literature.” Or maybe I’m just a cocky, pretentious douche. Whatever.
I had the Dean send a letter home to my parents so they’d believe me that I finished…
Graduation party in September. New Jersey folk, get ready. Philly friends, grab a car from Philly Car Share or buy a SEPTA ticket, cause this bash is going to be in the Garden State.