Grandma Hates Higher Education

The other day, I called my grandmother to see how she was doing. During the conversation, I asked her if she knew my college major. She replied "psychology." Wrong. I double majored in S-O-C-I-O-L-O-G-Y and Criminal Justice. My grandmother then said" I may not know your major, but I do know that you will be graduating soon." I graduated three months ago. Her lack of knowledge and enthusiasm for my education does not really phase me. When I graduated with my Associate's degree a few years ago, she did not show up for my graduation. She told me that there was too much walking involved. She is handicapped, so I understood. After the ceremony, I went to her house so she could see me dressed in my cap and gown. When I got to her house, she was not home. I waited for her until she came back, and in the door she came with at least ten bags from Walmart. She could not walk up a few steps to watch me accomplish a dream, but she could walk around in a maze of low priced food and household items for three hours. Handicap my ass.... For my next graduation, I'll just blindfold her and  tell her were going to Walmart...