Finally we did it. We crossed the finish line. We're done with 4 trying years of slightly meaningless frustration. We are hereby, Mrs. And Mrs. Engineers.
Where do we go from here? It's a question many of us ask ourselves.
Why even bother going anywhere from here? Let's just rot in our engineerness.
Or let's take several roads and highways at once. Maybe our logical conditioning could transform our creative processes resulting in practical expression of our inner turmoil. Maybe we could conquer the world, one gay follower at a time. Maybe we should dissolve in our sheer awesomeness and be one with the universal soul. Let's listen to the song of the nebulae. All the chemicals in the world wouldn't compare to the sheer joyousness of that dawn chorus of dust.
They'll probably be singing:
"Oh Frida, My Trillion, sweet women of mine.
We have a degree but no thought process in mind.
Let's burn our cubicles and eats lots of popsicles.
And when the paycheck never arrives, let's implode inside."
PS: I am not drunk. A little low on sleep maybe.
