On Friday, which was my last day of work, Sister graduated from college. So I write this post to offer her my congratulations (well, and Tolkers, who I took a picture of that didn't turn out, and Ambrosia too). I also write this post to create a public record noting that my parents can no longer give me grief about how long it took me to do my undergrad because it took her longer. (My grad is a whole other story, and I will likely never be able to live that down.)
I don't remember much about the ceremony, but I do have a few random thoughts.
- While listening to Dean Rosenberg's address, I had this startling realization that I now know exactly how Peanuts characters feel when listening to an adult speak.
- The student representative talked about her time in Spain on Study Abroad last year during the Don Quixote quadricentennial. So she spoke a lot about Don Quixote, which I'm sure Fobby would have enjoyed. But the only thing I really remember from her address was the thought, Can you share what you think is the greatest speech of a novel you admit to not having fully read?
- Parents who name their children Angel Moroni really ought to be put out to pasture. Particularly if said child is a male child.