For what ever reason, I feel like quoting some Three Dog Night:
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know
`Cause one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
One is the loneliest number, worse than two
We had graduation rehearsal today. I’ll be sitting in seat W-9, right behind Adam, who sits right behind Lance. I also learned that the tassel starts on the left side and moves to the right side.
These last few days are going to be about priorities. There’s really no motivation to do much work. I’m graduating and that’s a fact. My GPA can’t shift that much. I have a job.
So, how hard do I really want to work these next few days? How much fun do I want to have? How much are other people counting on me?