Graduation (Part 2/3)

I got home on Sunday, a week and half later, to find out that I didn’t have to go to work yet again; the construction work wasn’t finished. I would have had to go in on Thursday, but I had to go up to Provo for graduation. I didn’t bother with the pomp and circumstance of commencement; I just attended the College of Fine Arts convocation. It was fun. We all gathered in the tunnel before being herded onto the DeJong stage. There was no real order besides keeping with specific majors. I sat at the end of the theatre studies majors so that I could sit next to Logan and the acting majors. We talked through most of the ceremony, but it was pretty nice. Sam was one of the speakers. His talk was nice, but you could tell he was nervous by the way he plowed through the speech. It’s good to have a concrete end to my college experience. I now proudly hang my white tassel on my rearview mirror as a symbol of my intellectual intimidation.