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Drip. Drip. Drip.

We have had heavy rains here in Grad School Town. Not nearly as heavy as in New England, but heavy enough. And they've been going on for long enough that my building can't take it any more. My bedroom ceiling has developed a large water stain, two mold patches, and a leak. Which is dripping. It completely ruined my old beloved copy of Ballet Shoes, and I've had to order a replacement. Fortunately, my landlords are calling the roofer, like, yesterday, but still. . . no matter how conscientious the landlord, these things always take forever, especially when your ceiling is the one leaking.

In other news. . . I graduated on Sunday! Woo-hoooo! Go me!

Mom and Dad Pony came to spend the weekend, so we went out for dinner and looked around the town and had as much of a blast as we could in the intermittent pouring rain. Mom Pony knew exactly how to fluff out my hood so it looked nice.

The University is so ginormous that there were commencement ceremonies literally all weekend. One on Friday, two on Saturday, two on Sunday. I was in the very last one, at 2:00 on Sunday. So we had time for a nice leisurely Mother's Day brunch at the coffee shop across from my house, and then I got all dressed up at home. Cap, gown, tassel, hood, the works. We walked to the commencement arena. That's fun, to parade through the streets all kitted out. People slow down in cars to look at you, congratulate you from porches, because they know you're graduating, it was great.

At the arena, I went to sit in a clot of music people. Most of them were performance people getting MMs instead of MAs, so they had pink hoods instead of white. I much prefer my MA. There was no order, so all the candidates could sit wherever we liked. You filled out a little card with your name one it that you found on your seat, the marshals told you when to stand and where to go, and you handed them the card, and they said your name. Walk across the stage, trot trot trot. Since not all grades are in yet, they don't give out diplomas, just diploma covers, for show. They'll mail the diplomas to us later.

There was lots of pageantry and spectacle. The speeches were short and surprisingly good. And, though I didn't notice it, there was a Jumbotron, so the audience could get an up-close gander at the faces of the individual graduates. Dad Pony thought that bit was especially amusing. I followed Daw's advice and stowed a book in my long doofy sleeve, and boy, was that good advice! (Thank you, Daw!) There were just endless BAs, and I was glad to have something to read. My friend who sat next to me had initially laughed at my having a book. Halfway through the BAs, she started to read over my shoulder. And people with cell phones and cameras looked at the book and realized that they could use their sleeves to hold their devices. Everybody won.

So, I'm officially graduated, I pretty much am entitled to be Master Pony, am working on final thesis revisions, and my ceiling leaks. But the sun has come out at last, though God only knows how long it'll stay out.


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May. 18th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Congratulations!!!
Flowers! Thank you! And they're such pretty ones, too!
May. 18th, 2006 06:54 pm (UTC)
Now, as I read your post yesterday, and all the comments, it suddenly dawned on me (and I am not much a feminist thinking person) Why are we Masters rather than Mistress, and so happy about it? ;-)

Congratulations again. I died to know if you had finally taken a book! (which one?)

just diploma covers, for show. So, you did not abandon the theater, after all, :-) deep inside, we all like to dress up and act, don't we?
May. 18th, 2006 06:58 pm (UTC)
Master Pony conveys the image of someone in a doofy dignified cap and gown. Mistress Pony is a dominatrix in a leather corset and vinyl spike-heeled boots.

I took a little paperback full of cat-themed science-fiction/fantasy stories. Nothing so engrossing that I'd forget where I was and when I needed to do something like sing the alma mater.
May. 18th, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC)
Congratulations, Pony! It sounds like you and your family had a good time, despite the boring moments. I think maybe we need clothes with sleeves like that all the time. One of my great fears is being stuck in a waiting room somewhere with nothing to read. That's probably what hell is.

And of course, since roofers are really getting calls when it rains and can't work then, the leak is going to keep up. After a while the ceiling falls down and things smell bad. Sad experience speaking there.
May. 18th, 2006 07:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I think Mom and Dad Pony are still glowing from watching their baby girl get a master's degree. The book was such a good idea, and it fit right into the sleeves. I hope the University of Chicago's robes have a similar pocket somewhere.

If I haven't seen roofers by Monday, I'll give the landlord another call.
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May. 18th, 2006 07:11 pm (UTC)
I know I've already congratulated you but it doesn't hurt to say it again so....


And how this reminded me of the heady days of my own graduation (although I was only one of the endless BAs, hehe). I didn't even really care about graduating on stage but assumed my parents would. Turns out, they were bored out of their skulls by the idea but thought that it meant something to me. The truth about it all came out on the day of graduation, if I remember correctly, and we all grumbled about poor communication and four-hour ceremonies. (UMBC did all of its undergrads at one time. Ai, Eru....)
May. 18th, 2006 07:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

Four hours, yeesh. That's why the University had so many ceremonies. Many of my friends chose not to walk in this one, but I wanted to. It's fun, and you get to play academic dress-up. And if you bring a book, it's not so bad. Our ceremony was about two hours.
May. 18th, 2006 07:42 pm (UTC)
The Firstborn graduated in torrential rain. It added a certain je ne sais quoi to the day. Wetness, mainly.

If you can spare the rain, hint that it should cross the Atlantic. We're supposed to be having a drought. (The kind where it rains and all the plants are a beautiful spring green.)

I prefer Master Pony to Mistress Pony. Better image for higher education. I'll have to take daw's word on doctoral gowns - but the pockets sound useful. And it's worth doing the performance. You don't get to be the victim often, unless you become a serial degree collector. And your hood sounds good. Much better than pink.
May. 18th, 2006 09:46 pm (UTC)
The pink is just awful. SO not worth doing all the recitals and practicing your butt off for.

Funnily enough, it was rainy and overcast for my graduation from the Fairest College, too. Perhaps the universe is trying to tell me something.

The University of Chicago has really nice doctoral gowns.
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May. 18th, 2006 08:46 pm (UTC)

Hmm...even with the high heels and leather image, mistress isn't so bad, but CONGRATS on that Masters! (Again! :D)

And..eww on the rainy-leaky. We got pounded for a couple days, but not so bad now at ALL.

May. 18th, 2006 09:47 pm (UTC)
I just couldn't do the high heels and leather. That's great for a certain body type, and I ain't got it. Besides, there's so much more fun you can have with Master. The first thing Dad Pony did when he walked in my apartment was to tape a sign on my bedroom door that read "The Master Bedroom."
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May. 18th, 2006 08:49 pm (UTC)
Ack. Rain. I’m sick of it. We had floods yesterday. *sigh* But I’m sorry your roof is leaking. I hope the sun stays out and the roofer turns up soon.

I’m delighted you and your parents had a good time for graduation. It’s actually handy that you don’t get the real diploma because trying to mind it can be a nightmare. I remember my Dad taking mine and disappearing for ages only to arrive back with it in a frame. At least it couldn’t get sweaty handprints on it then! And what a clever idea about the book. We were nervous and restless so we giggled and whispered like schoolkids. Although, now that I think about it, we were also just all thrilled to see each other again because we had finished college in June, handed the thesis in the following September and graduation was the April after that. I think my parents nearly died of boredom, though. Pride can wear off when you’re stuck listening to speeching!
May. 18th, 2006 08:52 pm (UTC)
I used to teach at a place that made all faculty go. Watching OTHER people's kids graduate gets old real fast. After a while I got smart and volunteered to usher. You had to get there early but could leave as soon as the ceremony started.
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May. 18th, 2006 09:15 pm (UTC)
YAY! Well, boo about the roof, but now that you are all graduated you will be moving soon, right? Maybe before you have to REALLY worry about the roof??
May. 18th, 2006 09:50 pm (UTC)
I'm not moving for another couple of months, and the ceiling is leaking now. Something Must Be Done, and pronto. But the landlords know, and they're presumably calling roofers.
May. 18th, 2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
Major bummer on the rain. Eau de wet dog is a scent I have grown to despise. But my roof isn't leaking (good thing, its new after the last major hailstorm), at least.

I think my doctoral class had about 35 people and it was pretty short and sweet. Most of the profs were there. They lined us up, adjusted our funky robes, and off we went.

Congratulations though! Big step done, and now on to the next one. When do you move to Chicago?
May. 18th, 2006 10:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Even though it's just a master's, I do feel like I've accomplished something.

I move sometime between the first and the fifteenth of August.
May. 19th, 2006 12:44 pm (UTC)
Congratulations! Very happy to hear about that, especially after all you've done to get this far. Yay!

May. 19th, 2006 01:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It makes all of the February slog seem worth it, somehow.
May. 21st, 2006 12:12 pm (UTC)
Catching up...Congratulations FP! I'm glad all went well, that the speeches weren't too boring and that the book thing worked! (And I hope you get a respite from the rain--you can send it our way.)
May. 21st, 2006 04:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

The rain has indeed stopped, and I am much happier for it, even though I miss quite a bit of the sunshine by working feverishly at thesis revision. But I got a good chunk done yesterday, one of the trickier bits. I finally had that insight about musical style that I'd been chasing after for several months, and I figured out how to write it, too!
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