I picked up my cap, gown, and hood yesterday, and carried them straight home so I could try them on. Um. Either there's something about their construction that I don't understand, or they're supposed to have really ugly tails sticking out of the sleeves and the hood. Oh, dear, the hood. It came with instructions, but I can't seem to get it to look right, probably because most of it hangs down my back. Sigh. At least Mom and Dad Pony are coming for graduation, and they can help me with the outfit. They've both worn hoods, and Little Sister Pony's college had hoods for undergraduates, so Mom and Dad Pony have some experience with the things.
As far as I can tell, I look just about as doofy as I did when I graduated from the Fairest College. I think it's the mortarboard. Thank goodness the University of Chicago has soft caps for its Ph.Ds.