Maybe they didn't get the memo?
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
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When I got my B.A., Marquette had the big to-do for the general graduating class at the MECCA arena downtown (Milwaukee), and then smaller ceremonies for the individual colleges. Arts and Sciences had the biggest one, of course, so it was held at the center of campus at the prettiest location, the front of the Joan of Arc Chapel. They divided the different majors out, and had, in my case, all the English graduates in line with their parents/family, so when I went up to get my diploma, all the English profs were there to congratulate me and meet my parents. I was even able to have my best friend (a biology/psych major) with me, which was great.
My parents have never held a video camera in their lives, and I was still granted a degree.
There exists old 8mm or somesuch actual film of me as a baby, but videocameras were too late for my childhood and I would have been horrified if my parents had them at my highschool events, so we just didn;t have one.
When my mom got her masters, we went to the ceremony. I was there under duress. I had been a very bratty child that day.
It's probably boring.
Heck, I was bored out of my mind at MY graduations. In high school, I had a hard time staying awake (first row, so it was loud and annoying and first to arrive & last to leave and did I mention it was boring? The horror!) BS, I was freezing and it was boring and the speaker was weird and nonsensical. If there is ever another one, I won't participate.
I'm not big on ceremony.
My parents have never held a video camera in their lives, and I was still granted a degree.
Same with my parents. There are, however, Super 8 films of me as a baby, doing such traditional baby-filming things as crawling naked on the sidewalk.
There are no moving pictures of me.
My parents have never owned a video camera.
There are, however, Super 8 films of me as a baby, doing such traditional baby-filming things as crawling naked on the sidewalk.
Yeah, but you were 12.
My parents only recently learned how to make fire.