According to my Alma Mater, my diploma should arrive in my mailbox by mid-July. After four years of academics, panic attacks, and procrastination, I've managed to rack up insane amounts of debt just so I can introduce myself to strangers as a bona-fide college grad. An underachiever at best, my overall college experience = Kafkaesque. Perhaps I'm misusing the term, but fuck it, I have a degree. What I don't have is that sort of shiny self confidence/pride, you know that "I climbed Mt. Everest" glory. My parents were proud, but since I passed the threshold from student to alum, I've felt nothing but terribly trapped with a side of cynical. So much for post-grad freedom. I'm a slave to Sallie Mae.
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