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feeling: wiped
listening to: Moriyama Naotarou - Sakura
If I ever decide to graduate again, remind me to sleep for more than 4 hours the night before. I can't believe how tired I am...
I was really glad my brother made it to my graduation though. He had to do a lot of shift shuffling with work to get the day off, and I don't think I've ever known him to change his work schedule for a family-related reason... so that was awesome. Dumplin' came too, and my grandparents on my mom's side, though none of us managed to find them during the ceremony... but we stopped by their house on the way there so they could get some pictures with me and give me my card and stuff. I kinda felt bad since they got pictures taken with me, and Dumplin' did, but my parents and brother didn't. :\ But I promised mom I'd put on my cap and gown and stuff again later this week or something for pictures with them, when I don't have windblown and mortarboard-mashed hair. >.>;
Ceremony itself... wasn't quite the madness I expected. It was the before and after that was madness. First, insane construction and traffic nearly made us late even though we allowed almost an extra hour to get there, and the parents ended up letting me out on the street so I could go join the lineup while they parked. Amazingly the lining up and ceremony were quite organized, given the insane mess that was rehearsal a couple days ago. Kinda hard to feel special when you're one of about 5600 graduates, but marching into the stadium and then getting my diploma and marching out still felt pretty cool.
Bad parts were many, however... worst being the extreme heat. I guess I should be thankful it was a sunny day, but I had to sit in the sun and 90+ degree midday heat for at least 3 hours, in a black gown and with no shade and no access to any kind of liquid nourishment. Also, the speeches kinda sucked. For some reason all the speakers decided to use reality TV as a theme for their speeches, which was extremely corny and didn't seem appropriate at all. And then they announced that they would be awarding degrees to those graduating from graduate school first, and that they would be calling them by name, major, AND advisor's name as they did so. This took FOREVER. Finally, I couldn't find any of my family in the crowd, and they couldn't find me among the other graduates either.
As I said, the ceremony itself was remarkably organized, given how much had to be done and how many graduates there were. It was the before and after that went haywire. I've been through the before... so after I got my diploma and left the stadium, I returned to the French field house (building across the street where the graduates had lined up and marched from before the ceremony, and where they were supposed to return to after the ceremony). And for some reason, even though I told my parents that was where I'd be afterward so we could meet up, they spent about an hour running in circles around the stadium looking for me. Finally they split up and sent dad across the street to the French field house where I had been sitting for who knew how long. Then we had to walk halfway across the stinking city (ok, halfway across campus, but OSU's campus is the size of a small city) to get to where they'd parked. Thank God I had tennis shoes to change into.
Anyway... we finally got out of there and went to a Chinese buffet for dinner, where I downed 3 glasses of Coke in about 3 minutes. Ooouuurgh. Remind me never to do that again, no matter now dehydrated I am. I didn't even want pop, but they were out of lemonade... *whine*
Anyway part 2... one of the coolest parts of the day was seeing the very last girl to march into the stadium, at the very end of a line (or series of lines) of ~5600 graduates, with the words "THE END" in big letters on the back of her gown. Good times, lol.
OH! And the other cool part: my Dumplin' gave me roses! *bounce* hehe they made me feel like Kaede XD;
Anyway... so I have my bachelor's now. Magna cum laude with honors. Bite that, Hitzhusen and your stinkin' 13-20 page papers! >.>; Now the question is what the fook to do with it... arg. I don't wanna grow up. -_-
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 6/13/2004 11:59:00 PM
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