I feel like graduation is such a trite topic online. There’s all the typical “I’m going to miss everyone” conversations, the “last school year ever!!!” Facebook albums, and the nostalgic tweets. I don’t think I can even bear seeing one more post including Vitamin C’s “Graduation,” and it’s still over a month until my commencement ceremony.
I don’t think that graduation is sudden – a one day sort of deal that suddenly throws us out into the real world. It feels a lot more subtle. Rather than being a quick development, it is slowly encroaching. As classes end and I hand over responsibilities to underclassmen (or women, in my case), it feels like the Class of 2011 is slowly being edged off this campus.
I prefer not to contemplate this: the more I think about it, the more depressing it is. Spring Open Campus, when accepted high school seniors come to visit campus, was this week. It was highly demotivating, in the “I want to sit around and cry about how much I’ll miss college” kind of way. And I’ve been ambivalent about my time at Wellesley. I have no idea how someone who’s actually in love with it is handling this.
Either way, by the time we actually have our commencement, we will have been erased from this campus – we’ll be people just living here, waiting anxiously for the end. At this point my only responsibilities are to pass my classes and make sure I take all my stuff with me when I leave. Weird.
Someone on some Advertising/PR chat told me to write on my blog, and that I should think of “new solutions” to problems. I think they meant Advertising/PR, but I’m also good at mitigating awkward situations.
First off, I shall reveal my backup conversation topic – because we all need one.
I’m from Arcadia, CA, which is a town with many things to be proud of. We have a great school system, the Santa Anita Racetrack (…which, unhappily, was the largest internment camp for Japanese-Americans during WWII), and Din Tai Fung.
For the uninitiated: Din Tai Fung is a Taiwanese chain with locations throughout Asia. The ONLY location in California is the Arcadia one (there’s actually 2 restaurants right next to each other).
Xiao long bao is their speciality. It’s a dumpling filled with pork and soup that can be eaten with vinegar or just plain. And it’s awesome.
The lines at Din Tai Fung are foreverlong during lunch hours, and somehow pretty much everyone I know from the LA metro area has been there at some point. Thus, xiao long bao has become a really excellent and memorable topic if you want to network with people (foodies and those who read Chowhound/Yelp) in the LA area. The entire San Gabriel Valley (the area of greater LA where Din Tai Fung is located) is filled with Chinese restaurants, many of which serve XLB. Some people have other favorites, which lead to super-heated discussions – like the one I had with “Stuff White People Like” guy at ROFLcon 2009. He somehow thought that Luscious Dumplings was better than Din Tai Fung, which was sacrilege, and our argument somehow took up most of his Q&A panel. Oops.
I have used this conversation topic embarrassingly often to get out of awkward situations: I’m not saying that xiao long bao will necessarily get your foot in the door for a job or anything, but it’s a conversation topic that’s memorable, quirky, and appeals to everyone’s deepest desire of wanting to appear culturally informed while having refined taste buds (basically, supercool).
Though I’ve held 2 internships that involved nothing but blogging, I haven’t had a personal blog since I was 14.
I was an early adapter of Xanga at the ripe ‘ol age of 12. My Xanga, with the handle “legolasismine” (embarrassing, right?) was awesome – I gave every detail of my day, posted everything witty I found on the internet, and read everyone’s updates. It was like Facebook, but somehow more intimate.
Weirdly, though, writing daily miniature essays became really dull. As did reading everyone else’s miniature essays. After my high school boyfriend and I started writing on each other’s Xangas to proclaim our “official” status (oh, life before Facebook), I came to realize that really, nothing I said was particularly unique, or really interesting to anyone but me.
And then boyfriend and I broke up, and Xanga died. I just looked at an old group, “AHS S&D– HOLLA!” (the Arcadia High School Speech & Debate team – yeah, we tried really hard) and no one’s updated since October 5, 2010 – nearly 6 months ago. And his post was basically “Goodbye Xanga, I’m forever moving to Tumblr.”
I hate Internet vomit. I mean, humanity generates more information every day than we did for the last 2000 years of our existence, and really, how much of it is valuable? I’m still not sure. Nor am I convinced that my own thoughts are even worth it.
Granted, I spend so much time Tweeting and Facebooking and blogging that I feel like adding my own minuscule MB doesn’t really matter anymore. Thus, the personal blog.
Let’s see how it goes.