Pomp and Circumstance

It's done, over, finished, what other words are there? Yes, I finally am done with "dunkin" encounters, 'heavy breathing' and 'twisty hair' among others. I am the proud recipient of the all famous letters behind my name - MSFS (Master of Science in Forensic Science -- which nobody will ever get from the letters, so I will spend the rest of my days explaining it to them and denying that I will be on CSI).

I still can't believe I finished. There were many days that I thought I would have rather ripped my own toenails out rather than continue attending class. Being the "guinea pigs" was not an easy thing, and I don't recommend it to anyone. But for a long while our group picture will be prominently displayed on the fliers, websites, and Franklin's wall. He is so proud of us!

Graduation was not without its drama. My gown didn't fit - yep, apparently my size is deceiving to the cap and gown man and he gave me a small rather than the larger size I needed. I'm not sure if it was luck or not, but the gown man (actually this time it was a woman) was available for such emergencies the morning of graduation. Too bad the only thing she had left was for a someone over 5'9" tall - which I am far from - and about 400+ pounds - which I am far from again! Too tight or gargantuan were my choices.... yeah for me. I picked the tent and worried about tripping all the way down the LONG walk across campus and in front of hordes of people. And it was wrinkled (I had painstakingly ironed my too small gown to appease my mother who threatened my life if I wore it wrinkled - I apologized profusely to her and explained - luckily my pain of wearing the tent kept her from making comments).

Oh, and these gowns had some random extra piece of fabric hanging off the back of the wrist. IF they had been the "nice, expensive" gowns (rather than the POS that we received) they may have been appropriate. For us, it was some extra fabric that got in the way -- although Dan so nicely showed me it was a nice little pocket for sunglasses (I used it for lipgloss and candy - who needs sunglasses?!)

Back to that getting in the way thing - just imagine me in a tent (literally, I am not joking about this, I had about two feet of extra fabric on each side) with those extra arm fabrics, attempting to use the restroom. No I did not get anything "wet" but it took several extra minutes bunching all the fabric up and well, you know. Tina did manage to drop her arm fabrics in the sink while washing her hands - she just laughed and said I guess they'll dry.

No tripping happened. I got hooded and photographed and hugged then walked away from it all. All the drama and crying to have those four letters behind my name - with no job prospects and no real idea where to even begin the search. Yeah for higher, higher education!