Oh gosh...I am tired and I’m glad this day has come to a close. My parents (mostly my mother) were basket cases all day. I get it; I’m the first to graduate, but yeesh... I on the other hand was pretty normal. For me anyway. I do have to say, I was not expecting today to go so well. I had my reasons.
As predicted, I only got to sleep around two, kept waking up and had to get up at seven. I made my way down to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I hate breakfast foods. I reached for my bread (yes, MY bread, bread without the contents of a horse trough) and opened the bag. It was teal, all the way through, the bread was teal. Had I been desperately battling an infection of some kind, I might have considered it. Alas, I am not battling an infection. I found a bag of frost-bitten bagels and settled for that. Because I was less than enthusiastic about the bagel, I also pulled out some eggs. There was no margarine to put in the pan or on the crummy bagel I didn’t really want to eat anyway. I eventually settled for peanut butter (not for the pan). The jar was pretty much empty so when I went after said peanut butter, my hand ended up being just covered. There was no juice and I had to replace the bag of milk. I think I stomped childishly at that point. So, breakfast sucked, but then my mom decided to tell me to hurry my ass up so I couldn’t even finish the bagel. It’s still in the fridge.
I don’t want to talk about the shoes anymore. I wore the size elevens and decided that flats are supposed to be loose on your feet. The important thing is that I didn’t trip during the ceremony.
The ceremony itself was alright. It was a little long but otherwise not that bad. I was hot, they probably have to burn that gown, but I wasn’t sitting beside strangers. I have to say, the way I entertained myself throughout was to imagine myself at Hogwarts. We were all in black robes, there was a lot of blue and green and red and yellow. There were goofy hats. Even though we entered the gym to the sound of bagpipes (which I actually do like) I kept imagining entering to Headwig’s theme music.
I may also have been joking around with one of the girls next to me. One of my former profs is a bit... shaggy? The girl next to me said he looked like he really did belong at Hogwarts (I would say Hagrid). Since he was wearing red, I leaned over and called out “Grrrriffindor!” We tried to stifle our laughter as the dean or the other dude started talking.
(skip ahead to around 4:00 minutes in)
Other than that, I actually ran around taking pictures. Voluntarily. I got some with my unnamed professor (who gave me permission to call her by her first name). I don’t know that I’ll be able to. We both claim to take crappy pictures. Oddly enough, in one of the pictures she looks great and I’m looking creepily to the side. In another, I look good and her eyes are closed. We are capable of taking a good picture, just apparently not at the same time. I got some pictures with Angela who ran down to the gym from her office to give me a hug! Lots of pictures.
So that was my day. Grad was good. I’m glad I went but I’m also glad it’s over. Sleepy time.