Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Commencement

I had no idea on May 10 that I wouldn't get back around to posting until 5/25.  Not very consistent.  I've had plenty of time to post I guess, but it's not like I've been sitting around either.  No sooner did I finish grading exams for the spring semester, I had to prep for the summer semester and my biggest job interview thus far the day before attending commencement.  Commencement was a whirlwind, a very happy one I should add, and we (ie, TU class of 2011) lucked out with some of the best weather North Philly has EVER seen (it doesn't happen often, unfortunately).  I found out the day after graduation that I didn't get the aforementioned job, which would've been a major game changer in my life, and it took me at least four days just to STOP agonizing over it.  It's all done and over with now, but it was a pretty painful four days.  But, I do have a ton of graduation photos--next to wedding photos, there's nothing better than graduation photos.

Rare campus gorgeousness

Before the ceremony ... am I a bad person if I say that this photo totally sums up our marriage? Me: skeptical.  Him: "Who cares? It's all good!"

Officially Mr. and Dr.
With Erin
The WHOLE Fam! PLUS one of my favorite profs ever, Laura, in the back row.

With my sister and my mom. Please note the hot shoes. I did NOT trip in them walking across the stage.

With my grandparents
I am so pleased that my grandmother made it to my ceremony.  She never would've missed it for anything, but it's still a relief that nothing prevented her from being there.  You know, I spend a lot of time rolling my eyes at the beautiful beast that is The United States of America: there's a lot of stuff about our culture that I simply don't like, and on bad days I alternately try to a) avoid the stuff I don't like, b) politely dismiss it, and c) flat out call it for the crap that it is. But on days like this, it's sorta nice to be able to say, "Yes, I am the quintessential American story: My ancestors came here during the 19th century on some crappy ocean vessel with no money in their pockets and no education to rely on.  They couldn't speak English when they came here, and they worked as coal miners, poultry farmers, housecleaners, and waitresses in the hope that the generation following them would have more security, financially and otherwise.  And, not only did I get the chance to go to college--at a school that pretty much refused to admit women until 1968--but I have officially received 'the highest possible degree in the liberal arts.'"  It's completely crazy. Stuff like that should (rationally) be fiction. I guess it just doesn't get more American than that. What can I say? It was a great day.

1 comment:

Linda C said...

Doctor of Philosophy at such a young age... not too shabby! Yes, your family is beyond proud. It takes a huge amount of discipline and time to follow through and complete a dissertation, and you'll never have to repeat the awful phrase..."I'm ABD!"