I am all gradumacated.
Last week, me and my best colleagues wrapped ourselves up in black polyester, walked across Healy Lawn at Georgetown, and after sweating for two hours in the sun, completed the last requirement for graduation.
I figured you might like some pictures.
My name is in there somewhere… I think I might have been the only one in my graduating class who had a B.S. Interpret how you will. (Margarita has disabused me of this notion… see the comments below.)
Gillian and I, pretending this photo is spontaneous.
Me with Luke and Ashley.
Statue of John Carroll in the center of campus
During the festivities, sometimes we paid attention…
… and sometimes we didn’t.
Our mascot Jack!
Maggie took these nostalgically enhanced photos. One of me a little too happy at my too small cup of water…
… and this one that I love, which she called “The Parent Paparatzi.”
To all of my classmates — congrats!
Thanks to Ashley, Luke, Gillian, and Maggie for their photographic talent.
May 22nd, 2009 at 10:15 am
Hey! I have a B.S. too!
May 22nd, 2009 at 10:45 am
Oh, I stand corrected (and impressed. Leave it to the people with B.S.s to turn around and deconstruct science.)
May 22nd, 2009 at 10:47 am
Congrats indeed!
May 22nd, 2009 at 12:02 pm
congrats, jed! will you still be blogging from west coast climes?
May 22nd, 2009 at 12:42 pm
Of course! The west coast just means brand-new adventures.
May 31st, 2009 at 1:13 am
CONGRAGUMALATED!