What type of college doesn't call their student's names at the graduation ceremony? We call this place Sacred Heart University. After stealing around $160,000 from every person in the crowd, they tried to pull another fast one by speeding up the ceremony and not calling everyone's names at the graduation. Little did they know that the class of 2011 was not going to go down without a fight.
When I first got there I was about forty-five minutes late because no one had any fucking clue what time we were supposed to be there. This of course wasn't a surprise to anyone that had attended this school for the last four years. Anyway, a good portion of the graduating class was shithoused prior to the actual ceremony. This was great to see since I happened to be part of the large shithoused portion.
Next, we had to actually do this fucking graduation outside, in the fucking rain. Apparently a back up plan in the event that it would rain was never actually thought about. As we were walking outside the rumor begins spreading that we are not actually getting our names called. There are three reasons for a graduation. To walk, to hear your name called and for your parents to take pictures. Not calling anyone's name would have been a fucking disgrace; and everyone in the crowd knew it.
What the asshole president didn't count on was the rowdiness of a group known as the Media Studies Department. Yes, this group had people who were not going down easy. The girl behind me over my right shoulder was the ring leader. I'll tell you right now if this broad was fighting Manny Pacquiao, my money's on her. She was a tough fucking girl and she sparked the entire crowd into a fury once the president came up to speak. She even got some other pussy director to say that he had no part in the decision to not call anyone's name. This girl suddenly got the Media Department going, and then the whole crowd followed. The fucking guy couldn't even speak over the crowd it was so loud. And yes, after two minutes he caved, and people walked and our names were called.
What I didn't understand was how everyone ended up in different seats after they walked up on the stage. How fucking stupid were the people directing this thing in the aisle's? I'm still saying they were all pissed off because they thought they would be out of there in ten minutes and instead had to wait an extra hour. But yes, this was another typical Sacred Heart move, which everyone had come accustomed too in their time here.
All in all, everyone left happy. No one in that crowd can honestly sit there and say that they didn't have the time of their life these passed four years. Of course there were doubts along the way, but everyone made it to the finish line. And for those who are still up here, it isn't over yet. We still have tonight. Let's fucking rage!
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