So, I graduated. It’s a weird thing, the graduation ceremony. It’s a very solemn occasion, but you’re not entirely sure whether to take it seriously or not. Part of me rebelled against the sheer absurdity of it all (it’s just so patently mockable) but at the same, it’s a very empowering feeling: standing on that stage, wearing those robes, getting the most expensive piece of paper you’ll ever own bestowed on you by important people in silly hats.
I am now an adult, I suppose. Studying is just a kind of postponement of adulthood, after all. Deny it all you want, but students like being students because they don’t have to grow up. Which is why I’m still studying, and will continue to study for at least another year: being a grown-up is hard work, and hiding behind the skirts of academia is probably one of the healthiest ways of avoiding the real world.
But now I’ve graduated, which, while an immense boost to my ego is also a sharp reminder of the fact that soon – too soon – I’ll be on the precipice of the real world: a big black abyss of taxes and mortgages and other things that need to be paid.
My idea of adulthood might be a little warped and dramatic and not at all based on what it’s actually like in any way, and I’m probably revealing some deep psychological aversion to change here, but there it is.
I’m beginning to think these editorials are revealing too much of my mind.
So, let’s chat about other things.
There’s a clandestine treasure hunt currently happening on campus after hours, which is somehow linked to Kaya Rosa and campus ghosts. Last week, I just so happened to be on campus late when I got caught up in the hunt for a while. I’m not exactly sure what happened, or how it works (and no one seems to be able to tell me) but from what I can gather a mysterious clock appears on campus at random points on different nights, counting down to a specific time and when it stops, a pay phone in the vicinity rings and a creepy computerised voice gives you instructions and then you follow the clues and, supposedly, at some point, you win. Although that seems to be a very difficult thing to do. I am intrigued. But also lazy. So, I don’t think I’ll be carrying on with the game. But if someone else is, and wants to tell us all about it, please drop me an email.
So, Dan Patlansky. He’s pretty awesome. Pretty damn awesome. And we got to interview him. And now you get to see that interview. See how that works? Exciting, isn’t it? Page 8.
We also investigate the pretty serious issues of euthanasia and virginity testing, so check those articles out. The rest of the paper is also, as usual, completely rad (even if I say so myself).
Remember to play nice with others