Got an email from the dastardly (that’s with a “D”) Seminary-Which-Shall-Remain-Nameless saying my degree has officially posted (as of Sept. 19th–cuz it takes three months to hit the “Graduate” button on the registrar’s computer). Diploma is supposedly in the mail. Ha. I forgot I didn’t have it. What I do have is a diploma folder containing a letter from the Dean celebrating my accomplishments. Which is truly meaningful, in a Xeroxed sort of way, but I find I really would prefer having the diploma. I’ve got an unopened bottle of champagne (graduation gift from perspicacious Aunt and Uncle) which I shall drink in honor of it’s arrival. But before drinking, I shall hold my brimming flute aloft, state, as scholars have stated throughout the academic ages, “And one for my homeys!” and pour the champagne on my dissertation before setting it alight with the fiery hatred of my burning contempt (or a match). You are cordially invited to this spectacle at a very near date.

PS – I think the diploma is getting mailed to Sarah and Andrew’s or Mom and Dad’s cuz I had to give them a permanent address 7 months ago.

PPS – My transcript lists several totals, like Attempted and Passed Units (386). It also lists “Quality Points” and I have 750.60 of them (whatever them are). My quality has always been legendary, but now it is apparently also numerically quantifiable.

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