Heat Absorbtion Gown
They gave me a diploma, the silly people!
The Dean mispronounced my name, even though I’d phoned up to record myself saying it correctly; he does that with a good portion of the graduates every year. There is no apparent pattern to the mistakes. It’s just a crap shoot.
I’m sure it has more to do with heat stroke than it does with the Dean being French. An outdoor graduation, in full sun, in Southern California, in June, with black academic hats. Four years of accumulated knowlege just sizzled away. Whee!
Blogging will be light to nil over the next week, as my parents are here and we’re going camping.