On Saturday I spent 3 hours of my life (that I will never get back) at my sister’s college graduation. After 4 years of college and hundreds of thousands of dollars, she finally has a Master’s of Psychology/Specialist in Education degree.
In addition to being proud of her for graduating college, I am also proud of myself for getting out of that place alive. During the LONG ceremony, I lost my pulse 9 times and counted to one million 7 times.
The most eventful thing that happened during the ceremony was when a group of people brought [what seemed to be] vuvuzelas to herald a graduate as his name was announced.
While I am extremely excited and happy for my sister as she concludes one chapter of her life and initiates another, my biggest wish is that her doctoral program doesn’t have a graduation so I won’t have to rewrite this same journal entry in three years. Unfortunately, my brother is only 10 years old, which means that I have many more graduations to sit through in my life.