Now I've Gone and Done It...

Today my name was one of the 1,010 names called off at the University of St. Thomas to come forward, shake Archbishop Flynn's hand (or in the case of a few of us, kiss his ring!), and receive a form letter "certificate" in a nice folder that says basically: "we don't care what your parents think, you're not getting a diploma until we verify you've met all requirements. When we do that, we'll mail you your diploma in a plain brown envelope just like all those other people who were smarter than you and didn't bother to sit out in the blazing sun for three hours to get this lousy piece of paper"

By the way, Archbishop Flynn was dashingly dressed in episcopal cassock, complete with biretta and whatever that Superman cape is called! (Alas, no photos seem to be online yet.) Is it any wonder that I couldn't resist doing a quickie kneel to kiss that ring? Even though it's sure to have screwed up the photographer's shot of the "event"... sorry, Mom.

Also, I'm proud to say that of everyone in that arena, I was the most American. If having three majors, hence a three tasseled cap, with tassel colors corresponding to the good ole' Stars and Stripes, counts as making one more patriotic that is. (For the record: I had white for Catholic Studies, which seems fitting; scarlet red for Theology, for the martyrdom endured I suppose; and blue for Philosophy, which I haven't really been able to rationalize yet...)

Photos to follow, perhaps. If Mom can figure out how to get them off her camera and e-mail them to me!