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May 17, 2005

Bounded by a Sleep

Over the weekend, I "graduated," again, this time with a Meaningless Slip to accompany my BullShit. My parents came up to see, which is always a nifty time. Unfortunately, I didn't win all kinds of awards like I did when I was an undergrad. As Sam Clemens said, "Never let school interfere with an education."

Unfortunately, I did, with entirely too many late-nights in the lab programming last year. This last year I burnt out, and spent as little time hanging around school as I could while still maintaining straight As. I'd say it worked well, although it meant not doing all kinds of research projects or hundreds of thousands of dollars of labor for the University, which is probably what they're really after in a student.

Erhube.jpg After my shindig on Saturday, everybody got out of my hair, not that there's any left to be out of anyway. On Sunday morning I did the running thing and then went back to Rochester to see my cousin graduate.

Her ceremony was a kjillion times cooler than mine. Faculty sang short little choir compositions, slides were projected, people made animal noises throughout the ceremony, and professors quoted Shakespeare (the Tempest, which seems to be oft-considered this time of year). Plus they actually hand you your degree at U of R. I would pass along the proposition of having this more cohesive sort of ceremony to my own department, but I'm not sure if our over-formality-little-real-meaning is a cause of our department sucking socially, or merely a symptom.

Em.jpgIn other news, Emily got a dog. It's a rather well-tempered cross between a grey hound and a german shepherd. I've sort of considered getting a hiking partner lately...I somehow deluded myself into thinking women-folk would like to do the stuff I do. With a few exceptions, they don't...I even sold my spare road bike after giving up the idea that I'd ever find a rider-chick. Woe is me ;-).

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