I am not a ceremony type of person. I didn’t walk in my undergrad graduation…and if I had it my way, I would never have had my wedding (my husband and I eloped…to the horrified reaction of our parents…so we appeased them with a grandiose wedding. So we got married TWICE).
Graduation now looms for me again. And I decided a few months ago that I wouldn’t walk in graduation. The thought of sitting in the hot summer sun in a black robe listening to speech after speech is just not appealing. I’ll have graduated, regardless–six months earlier, in December.
So no pomp for me. A grin on my face maybe, a deep cleansing breath, maybe a photograph of my thesis once it’s all printed out.
Call me anti-climactic.