no grad-day
August 10, 2002 at 11:10 a.m.
happy graduation day to meeee, happy graduation day to meeee, happy graduation day to meeeeeeee... happy graduation day to me.
Instead of wearing a funny hat and NOTHING under my robe (it's a Reva tradition - just can't buck tracdition, now can you??) and parading around a football field, I'm packing up to head to San Diego for a week.
I just went to my mother in tears.. maybe I've made a mistake... it's been 5 years - FIVE years I poured into this degree and I'm not there.
I had my recital in June because of some weird circumstances and so I told mom and dad not to buy the ticket out to Texas for the ceremony in August... too much of a hassle. Plus I'm just dying to go to Mark O'Connor fiddle camp anyway.
Maybe I should have done it... maybe I should have graduated in May and walked like all the normal people...
but think...
If I hadn't waited until June, I wouldn't have been there with Marcy.. and seen magic happen.
If I had gone to this ceremony, I wouldn't have gone to Utah with Pete and Annie, and we really needed this trip. Pete especially, but when you give, you get so much more in return, you know? He told me something incredible this morning that has me catching my breath. I am mega-blessed right now. Friendship is an amazing thing.
I wouldn't have dated Loren, and that in itself was just awesome.
I wouldn't have gone to play tabla with Urmi's dad.
I let my life go the way it's supposed to go. I'm not really piloting this thing, and that's why it keeps going in such wonderful directions. And even though I'm lamenting this small thing - missing my graduation ceremony for my bachelors, the sacrifice is small compared to the incredible things that have happened.
they would have said "cum laude" over the loudspeaker, you know.
I guess this means that my graduation for my masters is goona be huge and now I have to try SUPERHARD to get honors so I can hear 'em say it. But darn it, it's EAY to get honors at UNT. Sheez, I did it without knowing! ASU is goona try and kick my butt. we'll see...
well, everything is for the best. Next time I write you, I'll be overly stimulated and in San Diego at the best fiddle camp EVER.
SUPERCRACK says see you there!!!!