By the time this posts tomorrow night, I should have been awarded my master’s degree in library and information science. Well, ceremonially, at least — the diploma should arrive in four to six weeks. Exciting.
I have to say that master’s gowns are pretty ridiculous:
My arm will come out of that little sleeve, and then there’s this pocket thing that hangs down to just below my knee. My friend Katy suggests I carry a book in there. Apparently someone who rented the gown before me thought he/she would carry a lit cigarette in the pocket — there’s a definite cigarette burn in the fabric. And then there’s the hood, which is supposed to attach to a button on your shirt or blouse so that it doesn’t strangle you. In all capitals, the instructions state: “DO NOT CONNECT HOOD TO THE GOWN”. I think it’s sexist — most women don’t have buttons on blouses or shirts because we wear dresses. I’m pinning the hood to the damn gown — I’m sure it will do less damage than a cigarette in the sleeve.
Apart from the gown ridiculousness, I’m actually really excited about this weekend — my parents will be up for two nights, and we have some fun stuff planned. This is much better than my undergrad graduation — I took a quarter off and finished school in November, but they don’t have a ceremony fall or winter quarter, so I ended up walking in June, a year after the rest of my class… The highlight of that rite of passage actually came a few weeks after I finished the degree. I got the mail on my way out of my building, and opened it in my car while sitting at a stoplight on 13th Ave. I opened the big “Do Not Bend” envelope, and took out the diploma. Some random guy was walking by, saw what it was, and gave me two thumbs up. Definitely better than the “oh-my-god- is-it-over-yet-no-but-we-still-better-clap-for-everyone-because-this-is- important” sea of mild applause I got in the actual ceremony.