I did not think that I would enjoy "mingling" afterward, but I did.
I still don't think that I deserve my Masters. I feel no smarter.
My parents made the drive up, which was rather nice. It was a bit bizarre introducing them to professors, friends, etc.--mostly because each party knows stories of the other. I was distracted at times, wondering who knew what. For instance, in conversations about my life history, some professors latched onto my unusual (wonderful!) childhood. In fact, my childhood became a part of the Jenn Mystique at Regent. ::rolling eyes:: [I feel quite normal, thank you very much.] I know that at least one of my professors expected to see my parents wearing costumes or looking at least vaguely eccentric, but dad cut his hair off years ago, and Mom always looks put together. Dad wasn't even wearing sandals. (Erm...I think...)
I hate medleys as a general, sweeping rule (I'm obnoxiously high-minded about my church music, and I really, really wish that I wasn't--kinda detracts from worship). However, Donna composed this wonderful piece that wove the best chapel songs together. I hadn't attended chapel for years, but the music brought back many excellent memories of early days and early friendships at Regent. Damn near cried.
The best thing, really, was saying good-bye to friends, especially the friends I thought had vanished forever. My old companions from the community group days (girls, I love you!!), friends from my arts seminar group, friends from classes. I was able to say good-bye to one of my favorite professors, my second reader on the icky thesis--she came out of sabbatical to attend. The woman is solid and gracious--I will miss our random conversations.
I'll miss all of the random conversations.
I did not mean to be That Girl who wore her Birkenstocks up to shake hands with the Dean, but I was.