Okay, so tomorrow’s the big day: I’m graduating from college!! I’m a mix of super excited and scared…I’m going to grad school here at Carnegie Mellon next year, so it’s not like I’m leaving, but I still feel weird about saying goodbye to a lot of friends and moving on to a new period in my life.
Also, my cap and gown rental number is 911. I’m not superstitious, but yikes! My cap doesn’t fit–not by a long shot. I have to pin it on, someone said. What would I do that with? Bobby pins? (Times like these I wish my mom was around to help me with this sort of thing)
I’m convinced that I’m going to trip and fall tomorrow–maybe I’ll be walking by Tom Ridge (our speaker) and be craning my neck to look at him and WHAM! Or maybe it will be when I go to make the speech for my department. If one of the 1000+ members of the class of 2002 is going to trip and fall on their butt, it will be me. Guaranteed.
So, assauge my fears, fellow Dopers! Did you do/see anything funny at your graduation? Anyone pull a “Wrong Girl” and fall on their ass? Was anyone so hungover that they threw up (luckily, I don’t have that fear.) Share your funny graduation (high school or college–I didn’t go to my high school, so I don’t really know what to expect tomorrow) stories!
For our high school graduation, our colors were purple and black. I finished high school a semester early, but did the same graduation ceremony as everyone else.
The gowns and such were ordered by mail. I went in the day they brought them to the school to pick mine up; since I was done with classes, I didn’t hang around and compare with my friends or anything. I got home and noticed that the cap and gown were purple, but I thought that perhaps they were just being nicely forward-thinking and not going with the idea that the females should have purple and the males black.
I showed up the day of the practice. The first thing I saw was that I was obviously wrong, and that guys were in black and girls in purple. Dang.
I was able to get a replacement before the graduation ceremony, but it still ticked me off. It didn’t really surprise me, though, because that sort of thing always happens to me.
The actual graduation was uneventful. I refrained from taking a couple confetti cannons; I regret that now.
Day of my high school graduation: My car caught on fire.
College graduation: I was selected to be a student “marshal” at the ceremony, which meant that in addition to wearing special tassels and carrying a gonfalon, I was supposed to help get people lined up to march out/put their gowns/hoods on, etc. Problem was, I’d been pulling all-nighters for the previous 4 nights (finishing my thesis), so I overslept. Was supposed to be there at 7:30 am, arrived at 9 exactly – right as the ceremony was starting. So I (the guy who was supposed to help late-arriving slackers) had to run to the front of the procession, grab my flag from the last-second replacement they’d conscripted, and process out. With literally 15 seconds to spare.:eek:
