SpotTED: Imminent Graduation.

Holy smokes, time is flying by.

I knew this would happen, I knew this would happen, and yet here I am, surprised that it is happening.

What can you expect? I'm a twenty year old about to graduate college!

It's strange, I was talking to one of my friends and they told me ever so lightly: "Enjoy your last few weeks in San Francisco. Soon, it will be just a memory." And it all came crashing to me at once that my time here is near done. And yes, I can't wait to escape the pitiful smells of the city and the sad faces of the homeless I pass everyday (not to mention the noise), but I'll miss the familiarity and the comfort I have made for myself in the San Francisco city.

I had to put in my two weeks the other day at Ted Baker and let me tell you, that was tough! Work was my social time and I really connecTED with my Ted Team. I mean, it's not my final exit from Ted Baker for I still have plans to try my hand at Tedquarters, but it's nonetheless sad to leave this team that I have grown to know and love. Plus, the clothes! How will I ever survive without my daily dose of Baker?

Anyhow, I sit here on a Thursday night in my room enjoying my last bottle of Baileys, reminiscing of the good times I've had here as I begin to sort my monstrous amount of clothes in preparation for my leave in a few weeks.

It's easy to admit that I have spotTED the finish line of graduation and I'm showing no signs of stopping..

The Ted quotes are all in lieu of my (nearly) Ted to Toe ensemble. Now if only they made women's shoes in my size..

So you see I've spotTED my college career come to an end.

What I wore: black Tom Ford sunglasses (consignment), miscellaneous rhinestone necklaces (consignment), hot coral findersKEEPERS top (vintage), floral Ted Baker skirt (gift), Oscar de la Renta journal (courtesy of the De Young Museum Retrospective), hot coral Ted Baker purse (I love my job!), and black Miss Bisou pumps (consignment).

On the Bay with the Baes.

FIDM came up with quite the graduation event. Since it's only a few weeks due north, the student activities group came up with a boating event in which graduates could celebrate at sea.

An avid ocean woman myself, I was very giddy with the thought of dinner and a cruise around the bay, especially seeing as how I haven't yet been out on the water! Planning went underway and last night, we were able to enjoy ourselves away from the homework and as 2016 college grads.

Obviously, there was pre-gaming to be done. Not necessarily drinking (although there were a few glasses of the rose), but definitely some girl preparation. Angelina, Maria, and I spent the majority of the afternoon pampering ourselves and finally, we were whisked away in an Uber.

After a most hilarious ride in which Angelina was talking to our driver in a most bubbly way about the music, we were dropped off at Fisherman's Wharf on Pier 39 1/2. The day still held remnants of the warmth, and the sun shone brilliantly across the clear blue sky as dolled up FIDM students were waiting to board. At last, we were off and away.

The evening was filled with many adventures and way too many laughs. It was a dry event (meaning no alcohol), and while some people were upset over this, I enjoyed myself nonetheless, happy to be at sea and with some of my best friends. We had dinner, I had coffee, and then we took multiple trips up the stairs to the brilliant deck at the top.

We passed by the brilliant San Francisco skyline, waved at AT&T Park, ducked under the Bay Bridge, and then disappeared in a blanket of fog.

At this point, the wind picked up and we were in for some naughty weather. The attempts I made to take some pics outside turned into an earnest attempt at keeping my curls out of my face and my dress from doing a Marilyn fly. Laughing and cold, there was something super special about those foggy windy pictures.

Unfortunately, we couldn't pass under the Golden Gate as the fog was too thick (classic San Francisco), but we were able to see it's epic tops peeking just above the fog as we circled round Angel Island.

The remainder of the evening was spent taking pictures in the photo booth, dancing to the beat, winning some goodies at the raffle, and enjoying our time at sea.

Once docked, our night kept on going, and we ended up going out for cocktails until the wee hours of the morning.

Last night was just lovely. We took a boat trip on the bay, and needless to say, we were all blown away...

See that pointy building? I live just there.

Bay Bridge Photoshoot..

See that fog cloud? Should've known..

Marilyn: "I'm getting goosepimply all over!"

Into the fog we go...

Jackie and I joined the birds on the stern of the boat, where we were bombarded with a wind so intense, it nearly blew us away..

Finally, we made it through and were met with a beautiful sunset.

Ghost ship?

The one glimpse of the Golden Gate!

Photobooth time!

Someone's ready to graduate!

What a bunch of rad grads..

The Final Countdown.

My friend Angelina and I were talking about the popular '80's song The Final Countdown and I suddenly realized the day.

The first of June.

Which means one thing, and one thing only: I am graduating college this month.

Whaaaaaaat. Again, as the days go by, the realization sinks further more and I'm suddenly conscious and aware that my time at FIDM is nearing a close.

With that in mind, I'm going to catch you up on some of the little things I love about the particularly cozy San Fran campus.

One: there's a café on the seventh floor. That's right, I'm talking on-campus snacks accompanied by the most friendly staff. I always splurge for a gooey goodness bar and a latte on my long days, and often have lunch there as well.

Two: the teachers. Because it's a smaller campus, the teacher to student ratio is phenomenal. Teachers know you by name, talk to you about weekend plans, and always return a smile. And the classroom setting is amazing for engagement. I've been in a classroom with just one other person and let me tell you, the attention was great!

Three: the elevators. Yeah, I'm known for being the fit girl who prefers the stairs, but there's something so official about taking the elevator to your next class. Plus, when you're wearing six inchers and lugging around a hefty amount of luggage, an elevator looks awfully enticing.

Four: the location. Talk about centrality in the city. Aside from being located just off Union Square, I get to walk past all of these designer shops on my way to school, which is pretty nice when your major is fashion. Plus, the views from the seventh floor balcony are pretty wicked, especially on clear days like today.

Five: the experience. I'm proud to say that I enjoy going to school. Every day, I wake up with the anticipation of learning something new that will inspire me even more in my future career. I don't consider it to be work, and I enjoy meeting my friends for study sessions and studying stuff that makes my heart soar. And when you've got staff that's so encouraging and knowledgeable, it really makes for quite an experience. Yeah the 8:30am classes can be a bit tough, but it's nothing without a proper cup of coffee.

Anyhow, here's to FIDM as we go into the final countdown...

I'm literally like a cat, finding the one spot of sun.

Checking out my building there in the background..

What I wore: black Tom Ford sunglasses (consignment), miscellaneous jeweled necklaces (consignment), aqua off-the-shoulder peasant top (gift), floral jeweled Ted Baker skirt (I love my job!), and gray Nordstrom flats (sale).

Oh What a Night.

I swear, it's the unplanned spontaneous adventures that mean the most in my heart. It is the things that are unprepared, that are sprung upon me in the last minute that end up making a difference.

Or so the pattern seems!

I was taking a nap yesterday evening (when am I not taking naps), and I got a text from one of my coworkers asking if I would like to attend dinner with her and a few other workmates. Jumping (quite literally) at the opportunity to be spending an evening outside of my hovel, I readily agreed.

At about eight, I went on my way, walking about a mile over to the restaurant Zarzuela in Russian Hill. Greeted by my good friends Jay, Justin, and Melissa, we proceeded to celebrate dinner in lieu of Melissa's birthday. There was good talk, many a laughs, lots of red wine (and a misting of wine exiting Jay's mouth on our first cheers), and amazing Spanish food. The waiter sang beautifully to Melissa as we all gobbled down this rich chocolate number and we had quite the dinner.

Most content, and happily satisfied in my tummy, I was all set to go on home until the group invited me out to drinks. Spur of the moment and not looking forward to a lonely night in, I agreed once again.

We danced our way up to Russian Hill, where we proceeded to dance on the grass overlooking the city below and the Bay Bridge in the distance. We popped in and out of bars until we settled upon this restaurant, where we went through two bottles of the pink bubbly and more cake. We giggled our way to Bob's Donuts for their signature massive donut in which we all devoured like little kids. And we ended the night having a sleepover at Melissa's, all of us crammed into this tiny bed, snuggled together like kids (except for the snoring).

There was something magical about all of last night, and in the wee hours of the morning. A haze of happiness and contentment, of blissful youth and extreme gratitude at my amazing friendship with these people I have become so close with. I woke this morning to the sun pouring in, four hours of sleep in my system and just smiled. Who knew my night would end up like this? See, you just never know.

And my morning was even treated right. Melissa, Jay, and I walked down and had these epic scones at an Irish bakery (where I proceeded to sneeze powdered sugar all over that 38 Geary Bus Stop from contagious laughter) and I left feeling incredibly tired, but incredibly satisfied.

It's these little things that mean the most to me. And these friends of mine have no idea how they've touched me, my life, and my experience here in San Francisco. These are the times I'll remember the most.

While I don't have many pictures from last night (I was much too occupied in the present), I did manage to snap one of our view at Russian Hill. Sums up my night pretty darn well...