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So, yeah, I convocated the other day. (I know that's not a real word.) It was nice enough, but too long. Too many other people. They should have a separate ceremony for each department, heh heh. Erich, who was in front of me in the line, said, "This doesn't feel very special. Like, by the time we get up there, who doesn't have a BA?"
A few more of my peers have moved into the ranks of working journalists. Daron and Jason are both working for Newsworld in Toronto. The vast majority though, are still like me, working in jobs totally unrelated to their studies.
It was disappointing that only the chair of the j-school and one prof showed up. None of the three that I would have liked to see there were there. I think I may take my dad's advice and send an email to the one who did show, and thank him for it, even if he wasn't my favourite guy.
Oh well. I had a good day of it. After the ceremony, my folks, rottenfruit and I sat on the terrace at the Café Baroque drinking sangria, and watching the Jaguars, Ferraris and Lexuses fly past. Friggin' Grand Prix weekend. So showy.
Then, we had fondue at Fonduementale. So good. My parents give me too much stuff. They gave me money this trip, they gave me a big candle, and stuff from other relatives. Never mind the computer that E and I bought today at their expense, and the suit that's hanging in my closet because my mom loves me. It's nice, but I feel guilty. Especially since tomorrow's Father's Day, and my dad won't be seeing anything for it until at least next weekend. I suck as a son.
Maybe that's a good mid-year resolution for me. I could start by doing something nice for 'em for their anniversary on Canada Day. But, I probably amn't going to do anything.
Anyway,
a picture of me and rottenfruit on grad day.
A few more of my peers have moved into the ranks of working journalists. Daron and Jason are both working for Newsworld in Toronto. The vast majority though, are still like me, working in jobs totally unrelated to their studies.
It was disappointing that only the chair of the j-school and one prof showed up. None of the three that I would have liked to see there were there. I think I may take my dad's advice and send an email to the one who did show, and thank him for it, even if he wasn't my favourite guy.
Oh well. I had a good day of it. After the ceremony, my folks, rottenfruit and I sat on the terrace at the Café Baroque drinking sangria, and watching the Jaguars, Ferraris and Lexuses fly past. Friggin' Grand Prix weekend. So showy.
Then, we had fondue at Fonduementale. So good. My parents give me too much stuff. They gave me money this trip, they gave me a big candle, and stuff from other relatives. Never mind the computer that E and I bought today at their expense, and the suit that's hanging in my closet because my mom loves me. It's nice, but I feel guilty. Especially since tomorrow's Father's Day, and my dad won't be seeing anything for it until at least next weekend. I suck as a son.
Maybe that's a good mid-year resolution for me. I could start by doing something nice for 'em for their anniversary on Canada Day. But, I probably amn't going to do anything.
Anyway,
a picture of me and rottenfruit on grad day.