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8 June 2006 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I promise that there will be a more comprehensive and comprehensible review of my graduation, including pictures, forthcoming. I do.
In the mean time, I would just like to say that this has been an unbelievably fantastic day. This tops my first graduation (never mind the last graduation, which I skipped) without a doubt.
My father, for the uninformed, is the Dean of my Education program, which is to say that he is the man who shakes the hand of all the people graduating. Tradition has it that the Associate Dean hoods you. Tradition also has it that family who are faculty at the university are entitled to hood graduatuates. My mother, for the similarly uninformed, is faculty at the university.
So.
My father shook my hand and my mother hooded me. The entire audience, many of whom where a) my classmates, b) my classmates' families, c) my mother's students, or d) aware that my father is who he is, gave a collective "aww" when the three of us came together on stage. My father looked at me and told me how proud he was of me and how special a moment it was. He was trying not to cry, and so was I, and we were both damp around the edges. My mother's hands were the ones that took the hood from my forearm and placed it over my head, adjusting it just so on my shoulders. My grandmother, who wanted desperately to attend my B.A. graduation but was too sick to fly out, was in the audience. And, finally, my beloved little sister was front and center, looking so grown up I almost cried at just the sight of her, taking pictures.
I am so happy right now, I don't quite know what to do with myself. I am overcome.
In the mean time, I would just like to say that this has been an unbelievably fantastic day. This tops my first graduation (never mind the last graduation, which I skipped) without a doubt.
My father, for the uninformed, is the Dean of my Education program, which is to say that he is the man who shakes the hand of all the people graduating. Tradition has it that the Associate Dean hoods you. Tradition also has it that family who are faculty at the university are entitled to hood graduatuates. My mother, for the similarly uninformed, is faculty at the university.
So.
My father shook my hand and my mother hooded me. The entire audience, many of whom where a) my classmates, b) my classmates' families, c) my mother's students, or d) aware that my father is who he is, gave a collective "aww" when the three of us came together on stage. My father looked at me and told me how proud he was of me and how special a moment it was. He was trying not to cry, and so was I, and we were both damp around the edges. My mother's hands were the ones that took the hood from my forearm and placed it over my head, adjusting it just so on my shoulders. My grandmother, who wanted desperately to attend my B.A. graduation but was too sick to fly out, was in the audience. And, finally, my beloved little sister was front and center, looking so grown up I almost cried at just the sight of her, taking pictures.
I am so happy right now, I don't quite know what to do with myself. I am overcome.
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Date: 9 June 2006 12:52 am (UTC)i love you bebeh. proud of you, too.
*HUGS!!*
Date: 9 June 2006 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 9 June 2006 03:10 am (UTC)Congratulations!
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Date: 9 June 2006 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 9 June 2006 07:30 am (UTC)*squeezes*
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Date: 9 June 2006 04:43 pm (UTC)