Okay, I've been putting this blog off. I have been tired, exhausted really, and yesterday I started feeling sick, kind of an all over achy feeling. I think I am a bit depressed really. Having school behind me makes me sad. I am excited that I am finally done, and excited to have been through graduation, but feel a little lost as to what I can do to progress from this point forward. During the past two semesters I felt like I was moving towards a goal, a worthy, wonderful goal. Now I don't know what I am headed for. I know that there are a multitude of projects to do, things in my house that have been neglected for quite some time, but there isn't that same end goal in the day to day living of being a wife and mother. Does any of this make sense? I know that enduring to the end is a huge deal, and I plan on doing that, but I believe that enduring means that you are moving towards something, exercising your spiritual, emotional, and educational muscles.
Instead of going on and on about that, here is the promised post about graduation.
Thursday's commencement was really good. Elder Bednar spoke about learning to love learning and I really appreciated his comments. As I was lining up in the processional I ran into old classmates, old mission buddies, old ward members. It was pretty fun to see so many people that I know. I have spent so much time on campus feeling like I only knew 3 people or so, so to finally have a day where I felt like I had a network of friends was great. I wanted my family at the convocation on Friday so the bigger crowd gathered at 5 p.m. on Friday at the Marriott Center.
As I waited to get into my assigned seat I talked with some girls from my Nonfiction class who were also graduating. We took a picture together and promised to send it to our professor. As I got into my seat I asked the boy next to me what his plans were. He was leaving the next day for Uganda, for two months, on a research trip to prelude his master's program in Education. Sweet, dude! That pretty much trumps my Disneyland adventure!
As we marched in I looked up to where I knew my family was sitting and there they were. The crowd was much smaller this time in the Marriott Center so it was pretty easy to see everyone. I felt so loved and so blessed to have so many people there who have supported me through the years, not just in my education, but in my life. Count your many blessings and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
This was the first (and probably last) time I ever sat on the floor (on a chair) of the Marriott Center. It was pretty cool. Our speakers were decent, but lets be honest, the end game to convocation is to get to march across the stage, and the speakers didn't quite understand that. When we were asked to start filing towards the stage the crowd was asked to withold applause until everyone had made it across the stage. The guy (Uganda boy) who I was sitting next to commented to me that it must be pretty embarassing for the graduate whose family and friends disobey the admonition to keep quiet. At this point I knew he was going to see me differently, because I was SURE my family would holler. And they did. I don't care if I am a college graduate, there are some rules that are meant to be broken. Thanks everyone, I heard you loud and clear.
When we met up after the ceremony, I was so happy, and when I finally got my arms around Harold I cried and cried. 21 years is a long time to take to graduate, he has been there for about 14 of them. I know, you are all getting sick of me going on and on about my great husband, but the reason I can't stop the praise is because he really is an amazing man.
On Saturday the party was stinkin' sweet. I had so much fun with everyone. The food was yummy, the company was perfect, and having no kids there really made it fun for everyone. I felt a little guilty about not including kids, but I had some guests tell me how great it was that they could have fun with other adults, without the noise of children. The one party glitch was that there was one critical piece of the chocolate fountain missing, but lets face it, who cares if the chocolate is flowing from a fountain or you just dip like a fondue pot, as long as its chocolate...