At last...

Finally...a degree. After 5 years, 6 majors, 2 colleges, 4 moves, 2 vehicles, 1,892 bottles of red wine, 3 serving jobs, $28,000 in tuition - and no, for everything else there isn't MasterCard, it turns out you have to pay for that too - and at something ridiculous like 19% interest. Not to mention I couldn't even get approved with my sketchy student status until last year! MasterCard cannot take any credit in this moment. I think it's safe to say, this day, this picture, this degree is courtesy of the good woman who birthed me. Sure, I showed up, did the work, registered for the classes and am paying her back, I just know I couldn't or wouldn't have gotten here if it was up to my anti establishment dad and I. I'd probably be a plumber or something.

But I went, and I guess this picture pretty much sums up my presence in the college...Louise, looking confused, distracted, and well, perhaps a touch retarded. Whatever the case, no one could ever say I wasn't trying to have a good time. (Even if it was "simple")

As much as I'll miss spending $6000 a year (before books!) making puppets, colouring, inventing gym blasts and writing lesson plans - I think there is a lot more adventure lined up on the other side of receiving this degree. So, cheers! It's been an anticlimactic day, but pivotal all the same. At least I got to dress up...that made it all worth sitting around listening to mispronounced names for 3 hours.