Sunday Shorts
Life of a Graduating Senior
T-1 Week : May 17, 2026
I graduate in 1 week. Yikes. I haven’t really thought about it. That’s an understatement really. I have actively pushed any thought remotely related to graduation as far away as possible. Anyways, I thought to manage all the upcoming events I would start this weekly blog, to post about the life of a graduate ex-student living in the real world.
My first segment is called: insurance (the single most powerful word to make me black out). I am moving into an apartment in a couple of weeks, and had to do a small task to help my mom out. She’s been helping with everything so of course I told her, I got this don’t worry. Mothers everywhere, do not believe your children when they say they’ve got it. We don’t. We haven’t even looked at whatever we are supposed to have gotten.
The moving company person helping us, I’ll call the man Peter for now to keep his anonymity from all the fame that will arise with this blog, had messaged my mom and I asking for a few necessary details. This is when I bravely stepped in front since my mom had done everything up to this point from giving birth to me and making the group chat with Peter and I, so I texted her and said:
What a fool I was. I hadn't even read whatever message Peter sent, I merely saw a blue bubble and jumped before my mom asked me to handle it. Anyways, once my final was submitted (and I took a nap) I proceeded to read said message.
Okay. What. I saw that and immediately thought, “well I have literally no idea what he is asking for so I’ll just ask mom.” And that was where my previous bravery slapped me in the face. So I looked at that message and broke it down. COI - no idea. Certificate holder – me? Don’t I live in an apartment? Additional insured. There's that word in a sneaky format. It is derived from the word INSURANCE (latin for: you always need insurance and I have no idea where to get it from). Who would be the additional insured? Doesn’t everyone and everything need to be insured? I assume I would be again, but who knows because I don’t even know who the additional person in the apartment would be.
Anyways, many questions arose and some solutions came as well. I looked back at my email, found a sample of a COI (still don’t know what it was but the pdf was titled that). I clicked the pdf and this intense document with lots of boxes and bolded words and italics popped up so I did the normal thing and sent it directly to Peter without even reading whatever it was. Turns out that was the right move. Adulting 101.
Now for all you grown ups, you may see this as a helpless case. But I can assure you, I will understand insurance one day. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. But one day.
We’re a week from graduation and I will be writing some updates once a week, hopefully on Sundays. (Currently thinking of creative titles without the help of AI so it will take a hot sec).
Top event this week of a graduating senior (who has not actually graduated, keep that in mind). The company I will work for is running a background check on me and needs a copy of my highschool diploma. Easy enough, right? You would think. Well, I did it in a relatively timely manner (after I got 6 notifications that I had to get it done), and ordered it on Parchment paying a whopping $20. Strangely enough, I realized today, huh I still haven’t gotten my digital diploma and it’s been a while. I went to my email: turns out I ordered a copy of my diploma from my university – the one I haven’t even graduated yet. So adulting 102: check where you order things from. I am working on a refund now and will have updates later. And yes, I have emailed my highschool directly asking for the diploma, I did not forget about that task just yet.
