I got an email telling me that my library privileges have officially been revoked, so I guess that means it's official: I've graduated!
I'm really sad about my lack of library privileges, but I've graduated.
I didn't go to graduation but that doesn't mean we didn't celebrate! Graduation happened to fall on our anniversary, so we'll count our anniversary celebrations as my graduation celebration as well.
To make things really official, I asked on the Buy Nothing Group if anyone had some robes I could borrow and a neighbour responded that he happened to have his daughter's robes in a closet at home—along with her mortar board and tassels (from UGA's education program, so they were even the right colour!). It seemed like a perfect fit, so I borrowed them...
Now, am I missing the Master's hood? Yes.
Did I know I was supposed to put both tassels on the hat? No.
Was the robe sized for someone between 5'1" and 5'3"? Yes.
Am I even close to being between 5'1" and 5'3"? Not really, no.
But, if you ignore all of that (and only take pictures from the waist up), I looked like a real-life graduate! So I prettied my family up and then dragged them out into the woods to take family pictures by some rusted-out tractor bits. Naturally.
Here I am holding the books I analyzed in my thesis:
And here I am holding Phoebe, who is dressed in Alexander's Duke robes (which are also way too small for her):
Poor Benjamin missed Andrew's April 2012 graduation...but only by like 6.5 weeks (though it should have been more like 14 weeks)! See how relaxed we look in this picture, with our baby growing safely inside my belly (and nary a grey hair in sight)? I'm about 90% positive that June 2012 is when I started going grey.
Zoë also missed out on a graduation photo because she was born smack-dab in the middle of Andrew's PhD program, so we don't quite count her as a graduation baby (but we should probably make her wear the teensy graduation robes just for kicks one of these days, especially considering that Zoë was still only two years old when Andrew graduated from Duke (though she was just about three by the time he walked)).
Congratulations! I am proud of you. And your article is very---scholarly-ish!
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