I Swear I Will Fling The Hat
And when I fling it, I hope it hits that lousy lecturer squarely in the eye. And maybe go on to smack that silly ITS Helpdesk bitch who thinks she’s doing everyone a favour by sitting her fat ass there, with her perennial black face. Then, with all vendettas buried, I will move on. I always considered the graduation ceremony as a mere formality and wouldn’t have minded graduating in absentia, but I started to wonder about the significance of it all when my grandmother asked me twice in one day if she was invited to see me graduate. Or maybe it was when I went along to the ceremony on Wednesday and saw an entire family having tears in their eyes over one girl in the graduation attire. If my family gets all soppy on me, I will run off and hide. To me, the only thing that merits tears here is if you graduate valedictorian. Otherwise, just cheerfully collect your scroll, take happy pictures, and plot amongst yourselves to assassinate the valedictorian.
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Have you ever seen that Marlboro ad? Once, probably in a spasm of social welfare behaviour, Marlboro came up with a very,good, ad. Instead of a happy, I-just-smoked-10-ciggies-in-the-past-10-minutes Marlboro cowboy trotting along on his horse, it depicted the Marlboro cowboy standing on the ground, with an utterly shocked and confused look on his face. He was staring at his horse, that was lying dead on the ground. And then the tagline, "Secondhand smoking KILLS." I just love disguised wit. Or maybe when ChorMin was describing the ad to us, it sounded so spastically funny.
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My puzzle is almost done. We both fixed all the parts with color yesterday. Now I wonder who’s going to attempt assembling the part of the black night sky.
