Dum dum dum dum duuuuuum dum*

(*Pomp and Circumstance hummed by moi)

Yesterday was my graduation. My mom flew over to be here with me (and also to help pack my things for my return). Regrettably, my boyfriend was still on a mission, and wouldn't be able to attend my graduation either (phooey, phooey, phooey...). It was to be a 2 hour ceremony: the university orchestra would play a bit, then the 3 top graduates would present their masters thesis, and then the diplomas would be handed out in alphabetical order.

Well, I had marked the time in my day-planner: 4 pm. Nerdboy was going to meet us there, to offer moral support, too. So at 3:45pm we met in front of the main building to go to the ceremony in Aula 1. I was surprised that no one else was there yet.

So we walked to the doors and they were already handing out the diplomas! They were at “H” already. 15 minutes later “T” came round, and it was my turn to go up on stage to get my diploma. But how close we came to missing it! I can't believe I nearly missed my own graduation. I still don't know what happened. Somehow the time was changed, and I failed to inform myself.

But I did manage to make it in time to get my diploma, so things could have been worse!

Before: Nervous or excited? Couldn't decide.

Just after picking up my diploma

Tee hee...I was sooo tickled. That may just look like a normal piece of white paper with some black ink on it, but trust me, your eyes deceive you. That is actually a terribly expensive piece of paper, and represents many years of sweat and tears!

My mother expressing her joy that this is all over, too!