Late Monday night, after a long weekend away, I returned home, exhausted, set down my bags and romped with my cat and dog for a few minutes. On the dining room table was lots of mail addressed to me. The least interesting of which was the first issue of my subscription to Bloomberg Businessweek. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I did not sign up for that.
Slightly more interesting was finally receiving my diploma.
I graduated from SUNY Purchase in May with a B.A. in journalism, but the Residence Life department and I stayed in contact this whoooole summer, as their parting gift to me was an outrageous charge to my account for some garbage not thrown out of my on-campus apartment. As it turns out, I had bought these little stilts for my loft bed to make it even loftier and I left them under the bed posts. WHOOPS. The charge was still insane though, and once it was lowered to a more reasonable price, I finally paid up and was sent my diploma, which they had been holding ransom.