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So Proud Part 2- One Day of Separation from a Degree....
It was pretty busy yesterday.

Emily had to go, but the rest of us didn't go to the All-In Bigass Convocation at 9:30 a.m. when all the university degrees were conferred. That's the one where only the PhD's cross the stage, but they had an interesting speaker who did fun things with frisbees and stories about liquid nitrogen. I was mowing the back corner of the lawn before it reached machete stage, and Eleanor was vacuuming and fixing window shades in here while that was all happening over there.

Then we set out in time for a "reception" in her school program's basement facilities- her home for most of the past four years that we hadn't seen since the spring before the first.  There was a running Powerpoint screen with the BFA and MFA graduates being recognized:


The room was packed, the food options were minimal, and the noise level was a bit much, but we couldn't go far; the grads were expected back in just over an hour for a group photo in the greenscreen room. So we decamped to Java, a small and cool coffeehouse in the lobby of the main library. That's where I saw Jake and Elwood on the wall, and asked Em to pose with them for her scripted graduation moment:

"She's on a mission from God."


Then, off for the grouppic in the greenscreen room, which, oddly, didn't use the greenscreen. I thought they might let them graduate in Paris, or with the HOLLYWOOD sign in the background, but no, that was all off to the side:

I was about eight rows of mostly in-the-air smartphones behind those onlookers.  Everyone, from grads to grans, were shooting everything in sight. One graduate had a camera mounted atop his mortarboard; "I see you already have a job with the NSA," I congratulated him.

The candidates then headed to line up, and the remaining four of us proceeded to take a scenic tour of the wrong end of the campus before finally finding the fieldhouse.  It was just as well; by the time Eleanor left close to two hours in (and Charlie, Cam and me an hour-plus after that), our buttock circulation levels were minimal.  For the most part, they kept speeches and recognitions short and sweet; the university provost encouraged the grads to follow the advice on one of the commemorative bricks left outside the building some years back: "Do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly." I noted later that he'd left out the "with your God" ending from the original source, but, you know, time is short at these things.  (We later saw a brick saying "Do or not do, there is no try." "That's from the Bible, too," I helpfully noted;)

This ceremony was for the College of Imaging Arts and Sciences, which at the undergraduate level grants BS and BFA degrees in six schools and at least 15 different departments or programs. There are a lot of them. Fortunately for our tuchuses, the School of Film and Animation was first up, and we thus got to witness this moment while we still had a little stamina and battery power (it's about 30 seconds in):

Eleanor had to be at work at 8 this morning, so we did some quick thinking and texting after the procession was about a thirdish of the way through: she headed home in my car, and I stayed with Charlie and the kids for the duration.  I got back from taking her to the car just as the last School was finishing up, and an alma mater and recessional later (one used in our wedding, I might add;), she was officially an RIT alumna. Empty diploma folder, invitation to join the Alumni Association, and a copy of the home game.

(We're still not 100.000000 percent sure she's going to get that sheepskin; at least one good friend of hers, named in the program and on the PowerPoint, didn't turn in his film in time to screen and thus he didn't cross the stage. As of early this morning, only two of her five final grades were posted, and she needs to pass all of the other three to meet all requirements. But she's confident in how she did in two of them, and the biggest piece- her thesis grade- would be shocking and stupid if not passing or better. She was so proud about how many of her faculty members, and fellow students, loved her film and encouraged her to continue.)

Late dinner was at Zebb's- an away-from-campus hideyhole we've loved for years- and after feeding their animals, we got back to B-lo a bit past 11. Eleanor had awakened even before, so we got to share the tales with her before the end of a long day at the end of a happy road.

Because of all the time constraints they put on her, we didn't get to make calls during the day, but we will try to check in as the weekend goes. We're going out someplace here when Eleanor gets home, then the kids go back to the beginning of the next day and chapter of their lives.
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sturgeonslawyer From: sturgeonslawyer Date: May 24th, 2014 04:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Congratulations to all. But what actually prompted me to write here is -- your Emily looks amazingly like a ten years younger version of my daughter Adrienne.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: May 24th, 2014 05:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Good Long Island stock will do that:)

And thanks.
warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: May 24th, 2014 04:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
My warmest congrats to Emily (and her parents)
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: May 24th, 2014 05:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you. Now we can start working on our REAL Hedgefund;)
warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: May 24th, 2014 10:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Would say our Hedgefund is more precious than mere money, but, Jonathan Swift aside, can't eat her during retirement.
bill_sheehan From: bill_sheehan Date: May 25th, 2014 03:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Congratulations to you all. You've all done an amazing job.
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