Good Times

I spoke to my old class at Sheridan College yesterday morning. I said a few times, "you know, 8 or 9 years ago when I graduated" and it bothered me that I couldn't put a number to it with any confidence. So I went a'lookin' and this is what I found.

My old student card! WTF!?!?



And hell, check me out with long hair!



Been shaving my head since I realize all that was going away, but man, look at that mane. HAHAHAHAHA, awesome.

So mystery solved. That last sticker is 97/98 meaning I graduated in 1998. Basic math tells me that was... *carry the 1...divide by the square root of pi...* 8 years! Holy shit!

Oh, and DON'T do what I just did and post a picture of when you were in shape and about 60 pounds lighter and tanned from a summer of rollerblading. Especially when that picture and a picture of you in the present with that extra 60 pounds, no hair, not shaven and looking haggard is close by. That is not the comparison you need at 7:35 am on a Saturday morning when all you want to do is lie around and play Fable. I need to go jogging. Or stop eating cheese. Or something.