I just got off the phone with my mother (hi Mom!) and had to tell her that I didn’t plan on walking in the graduation for my Master’s in May. I could have sworn I told her this before, but she’s apparently been under the impression that I would be.
Well, I’m not. For several reasons.
First of all, graduations are just boring as hell. Second, UT is a huge school and even if they break up the ceremonies by department, it is going to last forever. Third, I just don’t feel like it! I still don’t know for certain if I want to stay for a doctorate and if I do, I don’t really want to walk for what wouldn’t be my terminal degree.
Now, I have walked in two other graduations. One high school (okay, GED, it was lamer than you could imagine) and my undergrad. But the second one was special and I wouldn’t have missed it anyway. It was the Katrina graduation, January 2006, and UNO had pulled a fall semester out of thin air following the storm. Professors scattered all over the country came together and made online courses and crazy satellite campuses and just did the damn thing. It was very cool. And that graduation was so celebratory for so many reasons. We all cheered at everything, no matter how small. We heard how the president of the university convinced the Coast Guard to bring him across the lake to the school, he and others hiked over the levee and rescued the servers. We all cheered when they said the name of a department as the graduates walked in. We cheered for hours at everything, but mostly our own perseverence.
However, we invited lots of our friends to that (C and I were both graduating, a feat in itself) and NO ONE CAME except for MY parents. I would just like to point that out. I guess I’m still a little bitter about that.
Anyway, I don’t feel especially motivated to walk in this graduation for tons and tons of reasons and no amount of persuasion is going to change that. I told my mother that we will be visiting in May for a combined birthday celebration, we’re bringing M with us (maybe) and she can just roll graduation into all that. Yippee. Give me some crawfish, a poboy, and a daquiri and I say that’s good enough.
Of course, then my mother mentions that I could get presents. I tell her I own so much crap that C and I are actually trying to declutter. Then she switched her game and tried to tell me that my father was crying in a corner due to my new status as an ungrateful, horrible daughter. I said, “This is neither the ending of The Natural nor The Benny Goodman Story, so I know he’s just fine.”
Not doing it. Can’t make me. So there.