All the PhDs get to wear the red and grey robes, bachelor's and masters wear black. There were about 120 PhDs yesterday that received their hood with their diploma. I also got to see two of my previous students graduate with their bachelor's, as well as a very good friend of mine from my previous staff position at Big U.
My advisor (about 5 inches shorter than I am) managed to get my hood on even though I hugged her too soon. I cried. They called my name. I cried. I shook the hand of the president of the university, and I think I had snot running down my face when they took my picture. I txted Mr. H and waved to Miss Thing through most of the ceremony.
I think about 700 people received their degrees on Sunday. The stadium was packed. But now, it is done.
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Wow, this is incredible. Congratulations on completing your degree -- that's an amazing accomplishment.
In sharp contrast, I dropped my masters last year. Just found it too hard with the kids and trying to have some kind of life outside of work. But I'm jealous of your fortitude...
Nice to hear from you again! Thank you. It was starting to feel a little touch and go at the end. And, ultimately, things did not quite turn out as I thought they would.
But, on the plus side, for the first time (I think in my life) I'm discovering a life outside of work. Or finding new passions that I haven't had as much time to devote to previously, which may turn out to be a new career.
While the INTJ in me hates that kind of unknown, I hopeful that it will all work out.
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