life has been quite the busy here.
last saturday, i walked down the isle with all the other young and not-so-young adults and shook the hand of the second-in-command on this university on account of the president quit and had already served his "official" last day and got a scroll that said ‘your right to graduate is still being evaluated, but thanks for showing up for the ceremony!’ heh. i know that mine is okay because i actually finished last august. it just sort of felt dishonest to walk before i had actually completed everything. yes, i realize i am a dork.
generally speaking, i am glad that i went. in the end, i went for me. and for my mom. i saw her dabbing at her eyes. i am her first child ever to graduate from college and the first in my family period. so she cried. i wasn’t going to walk, but then, this student who works in my office, she told me it was important. and i forgot that i had promised my bosses that i would walk and they reminded me of that. and really, the clincher was that there was a sale at the book store on thursday night and i got my gear for 25% off, which was also very groovy.
when you’ve been around as long as i have, people know ya. i got giant hugs from professor’s i have become friends with over the years. there’s the political science professor who taught me about the environment and gave me new and interesting ways to look at things. then there was the women’s studies lady who gave me an F because THEY didn’t keep in good touch with me, but i was too lazy to dispute the grade. she seemed very happy for me anyway and i am pretty much over the f, although when i apply to grad school that could change. there was my vice provost who gave me several hugs throughout the day and asked me what my master’s was going to be in (ACK!). and finally, the staff person from the venue who ran all the way around to the other side of the stage to give me a hug and congratulate me. i have worked with her once a year for the past five years for two or three days for the jazz festival. she was very exuberant and it made me feel happy. she’s kind of cute. heh. the only person i would have liked to have seen that i didn’t was the unitarian english professor who is a friend and a teacher who taught me a killer english lit class over three of the most intense weeks i’ve ever spent at the beginning of the summer…but i still thank her for it, it was a great class.
i talked with other people in the "general studies" degree line and we all talked about how this education thing is addicting and we hope it doesn’t mean we can’t take classes that sound cool now, just because we have the piece of paper. some in line had already registered for such for next semester. i hope that education is always as important to me as it has been these last years.
i feel 18 again because i now have a tassel hanging from my rear view mirror that says "2005". i was also awarded a pint glass of celebration from the college of liberal arts for finishing in their college. it makes me wonder if they are actively encouraging drinking after graduation, or if putting "would you like fries with that?" on the celebratory item would just be too much? =P hahahahaha
my daughter said "wow, i can’t believe you are done. you have gone to school for as long as i can remember". heh. thanks. seriously, it’s good that she acknowledged things. both of my kids came to my graduation and my son took pictures. i was moved by this, that he made the effort and so did my daughter. my daughter even smiled, dressed nice, and was pleasant the entire day.
after the auspicious ceremony (which lasted three hours, but considering the volume, was generally well-organized….and they say that was the SMALL graduation ceremony, sheesh), i took her shopping because she desperately needed more clothes. seriously. first, we ate sushi at a new place that’s by my house. it was pretty good, but the sushi chef was very cranky despite repeated attempts at humor or to engage him in any sort of conversation. people who rely on tips should at least pretend to kind of engage with the people they want money from, it seems. apparently, not if you make sushi. everyone else in the place was very pleasant.
then, there were two parties to go to. one was my bosses holiday shindig. he’s supposed to make us gumbo for the office christmas party because his sister-in-law made it for theirs and he said it was okay, but he was going to make the real stuff. gotta love that guy, truly i do. he’s a great support to me. the last party of the night was one of my bellydance teachers. that was pretty festive, and my mom let me drag her around to all these events because my husband is still in vegas. she seemed to have a good time and everyone i’ve talked to from my work said how good, healthy, and happy she looked. this made me feel good too…
my mother-in-law should be out of the hospital by now. her daughter is living there in vegas with her now, and they have a lot of things to do and worry about now. they live in a multi-level house and need to evaluate if that’s the wisest choice for someone who is having mobility problems. they love their house, though. i send them positive thoughts to get thru this life-altering event. i am glad she is alive right now. my mother is going to have her angioplasty on december 29th. i am off then, and am glad i don’t have to use my leave to be with her. not that that matters, at all….but it’s good to know i would be off anyway.
yesterday, i bought a three foot fake christmas tree. i love the smell of the live one, but it makes me feel guilty to buy and kill a tree. i used to think "the trees are dead anyway, if i don’t buy one, they just end up in the shredder anyway" and while i believe that to be true, with a five month old wolf puppy in the house, a large real tree doesn’t seem to be a good idea. we will see how this one goes.
i think that’s about it for now. this has been a long entry because i haven’t written for a long time. i have been a cheating diary ho. i started a magickal journal as part of my study and have been writing in that, by hand.
that’s all.
peace.
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