The first New Year's Eve after I came home from college I ended up at my boss' house for a party. At the time, my parents were there and my sister was also living at home, so the house was full, and I wanted to take this opportunity to go somewhere to get out of the house for a while. Voila! Party at the boss's house.
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So, the official books read that I graduated from Seattle Pacific University in 1996, rather than 1995, which is the date all should have happened in, had I been more diligent in my educational pursuits, rather than my other "pursuits." This was due, in part, to the overriding sense of doom that surrounded me as I attempted to complete my Honors Project, which happened to be a 160-page Science Fiction story based loosely upon the social structure of Post Republic Rome (I called it "The Key to Arrogance," or some other overly arrogant name like that). It eventually got finished in March of 1996, which is when the school finally granted me my piece of paper with a major in Classical History. Though it never made it on to the books, I graduated with a quasi-minor in Linguistics.