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Pomp and circumstance
May. 21st, 2013 06:49 pmI graduated from college on Sunday.
My department had a small reception in the equally small classics museum. I had an interesting talk with Dr. C about his possible wrongness, met both of two other professors' children (one a sleepy baby, the other an energetic six-year-old), and ended up in a photo with Dr. L, right in front of the plaster cast of the Winged Nike. He'd come in carrying two bottles of Tropicana; the only juice that catering had provided was mysteriously pink.
LAS began as a general crowd that moved forward sometimes, then slowly turned into what was more or less a procession. I have a terrible weakness for ceremony, and will confess to liking regalia. (Why don't I just dress like that all the time?) The commencement band played Vaughan Williams, and made me happy. I got a sunburn. I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the chancellor invited all the students attending to take selfies for the university's Facebook.
My department had a small reception in the equally small classics museum. I had an interesting talk with Dr. C about his possible wrongness, met both of two other professors' children (one a sleepy baby, the other an energetic six-year-old), and ended up in a photo with Dr. L, right in front of the plaster cast of the Winged Nike. He'd come in carrying two bottles of Tropicana; the only juice that catering had provided was mysteriously pink.
LAS began as a general crowd that moved forward sometimes, then slowly turned into what was more or less a procession. I have a terrible weakness for ceremony, and will confess to liking regalia. (Why don't I just dress like that all the time?) The commencement band played Vaughan Williams, and made me happy. I got a sunburn. I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the chancellor invited all the students attending to take selfies for the university's Facebook.