We move on to Junior year and start wondering what’s going to be so different between now and 30 that will have us be grown up. Some of us change Majors. Some of us drop out. Some of us go to Spain. But most of us just tighten the blinders another notch until we’re seniors.
Come senior year, we realize exactly what The Graduate was all about: You’re almost 30… do you have your shit together? Our heart rate picks up as the year goes on. We have our way with all those freshman we couldn’t when it was our year. Second semester rushes towards us. We all hold our breath. Like the train goers hurtling towards the dead-end tracks. We shut our eyes and make even sillier faces.
But graduation passes without any fan-fare, more or less. Our families fawn over us for one-reason-or-another. But what’s changed? What’s different? It’s like after getting laid for the first time. The anti-climax of the thing.
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Nothing get me hot like a man with a donkey's head
- Bastille
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