Graduations are not always what they are cracked up to be. I imagine the Graduation March song playing while students, like an army in uniform, trudge up the stage, receive their diploma, a picture and a few rowdy cat calls from the audience, and then awkwardly take their seat, this in their head: “huh. what a strange ritual.” All of this of course AFTER the litany of boring speeches given by students who are shaky, emotional and tripping over their words.
Or is it just me?
I graduated from Myotherapy College of Utah last Friday and the above mentioned scenario was actually painted better than how my graduation went down. Between the LONG poem addicted Mary, Miss Browne who kept calling the English Channel the English CANAL (and somehow that was related to her topic: Obstacles?!) and the lovely “keynote” speaker, Jenny who for some reason refused to speak into the microphone because she thought she had a loud booming voice (which she DID NOT!)…ah me. I’d say my own college graduation was the worst one I’ve ever been to!
I guess I don’t feel too bad now that my sister-in-law and my parents were the only ones who showed up. I’d hate to have to subject anymore of my family or friends to what we had to bear!
Uhg. Ok. So I am officially done with school. I am currently in the process of getting licensed and getting my Massage business underway. Incidentally, my business name is Sycamore Massage and Bodywork. I quite like it. My office is located in a prime area in Sugarhouse within the walls of a Green LEED Gold Certified building. That’s a pretty cool thing. (Look it up if you don’t know what it means.)
Now comes all the new fears, unknowns and excitements of being on my own in the world. I am lucky to have a husband who is business-minded and will help me all along the way. Massage? Sure. Health, wellness? Sure. Injury? Sure! Business? Ummm, not so much.
One thing everyone can be sure of, my business will not be like a boring graduation. Hmm. That metaphor is a stretch. Work it like you want. But for sure wish me luck!