Graduated, Like A Cylinder

I made it out, in one piece! I definitely forgot my namecard and had to mouth my name to the announcer as I was given my diploma, then walked the wrong way down the stage, then got the worst sunburn of my entire life, but I'm still alive. It was 95 degrees and sunny the day of Commencement. There was not a cloud in the sky, and the breeze didn't make it all the way to the center of the audience, so I had to take off my robe and wizard hat my hood and gown, because they were black, polyester, velvent, and horrendously hot. I put sunscreen on my face and neck, but didn't on my shoulders because I thought I'd have the robe on. But I'd rather be sunburnt than passed out from heat with sunstroke. The skin isn't quite charred, but its close. Baz Luhrman was right - wear sunscreen. Always. No matter what. Everywhere.

I got all my obligations cleared, all the things moved out of my apartment, my forwarding address filed, and with the exception of DFR, I am done with Dartmouth College. (for now) Of course, I'll be back to visit. Probably more often than anyone actually wants to see me. Boston is too close. If I could just sell my motorcycle, I'd be a happy kid adult. Except I know that pointing out my adult-ness makes me decidedly less adult-like.

Lastly, congratulations to the rest of the class of 2008, of Thayer OR Dartmouth. And here's a picture of Erin carrying a parrot (please explain this to me, woman!!!)

1 comment:

Erin said...

I'll explain if you send me the full size image!