The Graduate

That's me! I graduated from college, y'all! Everyone thought I would do it and I did, I proved everyone right. Now I can say I'm well educated and I've got higher learning under my belt. Of course, the learning isn't so high that I can actually be an expert at anything, but we'll ignore that for the time being.

It seems like just yesterday when Jillian, Liz and I were at the Band Man's house for dinner. We were drawing on Band Kid's awesome chalkboard wall when the Band Man came in. He surveyed the wall, a masterpiece called "What Maine Would Look Like With Global Warming" and saw that among the scenery was a note that said to give me honors (I tried to explain that his four-year-old daughter had written it but he didn't believe me). The Band Man shook his head, sighed, and said, "You know, if you're that desperate for honors, you're probably not going to get it."

But no wait, that wasn't yesterday. Because the day before yesterday, I graduated with honors in sociology. (This is a pic of Sonia and me putting on our happy faces on the sunny quad, an hour after our defenses, after we received note that we passed.)