Unmemorable
I have to agree with this one: [Link]
- Bachelor’s ceremony, Campus of the Black Warrior – no idea, 1E4 people – graduates, friends, parents crammed into a underdesigned field house with adequate air conditioning for maybe half that number. Many regrets filtering through my head: wearing suit under robes; attending ceremony at all (empty since Mother would have discorporated me on the spot if I had suggested); not staying at campus to go to graduate shul; having to drive home in ‘64 Corvair with no A/C;
- Master’s ceremony, Campus of the Boneyard – didn’t attend. Many happinesses: not attending ceremony; getting away from Tartarus in Illinois; getting a job in middle of nerd job slump; getting away from autark/tyrant advisor;
- Doctorate ceremnoy, Campus of the Tennessee – attendance mandatory. Held in Vob Braun Civic Center; bar open, all PhD recipients incarcerated in ballet practice room down hall from bar; scant pain except the Registrar, a lovely caring woman with strong mystic beliefs having a petit mal seizure on finding all the PhD recipients shnockered. Mixed bag; regret over having to endure the ceremony; joy at having to get down on knees (almost) for very short graduate dean to ’stole me’; embarassment at geting sleve caught on rail trying to get off stage; fighting with totally inadequate parking; overembibing with fater at officer’s club.
- MEL-1 ceremony, campus of the Carlisle – attendance mandatory. None of the graduates sober. All cut terrain walk previous day. Long drive back to Alibam. End of killer homework assignments. Slipping away from people with whacked shul solutions who expel you for disagreeing. Horrible academic environment.
So no, I don’t remember any. I remember the ones my daugher had. All were trite, clueless, irrelevant, and boring. I think that may be a requirement. It also seems that not remembering them may be a survival mechanism.
