So, yesterday was The Sister's graduation. And thus I now know exactly what goes on in graduations, and am thus prepared for my own in the future. Though I still don't get why they kick everyone out of Union House on Wednesday afternoons.

And yes, it is a scary, scary thought that my sister has graduated before I have. Indeed. At least I'll be allowed to have more letters after my name when I'm done.

But we did the official family photos thing, and she got to swan around in robes all afternoon. (No funny hat, alas. Apparently for our Uni you only get those for Masters or above) And there was the actual official ceremony, with the choir singing in Latin a song with lyrics that are really weird when translated, and lots of old people in crazy robes, and The Most Awesome Weapon Looking Thing Ever.

And then we sat through some speeches, and cheered her when she got given her diploma. And then sat through everyone else getting their diplomas. (The Sister's BFF and I amused ourselves by finding people with complicated names and then listening to see if the announcer screwed up the pronunciation).

And then there was the free food!

So, all in all an interesting enough day, though I don't think I'd sit through it for someone who I wasn't related to. Or, you know, my own when it comes.

I also decided to give the Terrifying Boots a test run. Apart from the fact they made me look like a foot taller than my sister in the photos, I have discovered it is like physically impossible to run in them. Also, I should avoid wearing them if I plan on getting drunk. That could end badly.

Otherwise, next weekend I am planning on heading back to Hamilton for the Easter weekend. Partly for, you know, Easter. And family. And partly to clear out all my old stuff from the farm so it doesn't get thrown away whenever Dad eventually ends up leaving Australia. Gosh, what a thrilling adventure that will be.

On the plus side, it is Easter, which means chocolate! But I will miss seeing the new FMA OP and ED live, woe.
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From: [identity profile] rhipowered.livejournal.com


Was the song Gaudeamus Igitur, by any chance? We used to sing that (verses 1, 3 and 4 as seen here) at Smith Convocations, and the meaning IS pretty ridiculous.
ext_7899: the tenth doctor stands alone (smith will fuck your shit up)

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It's brilliant, though, for srs. Mostly when you're hyped up on mob mentality, but still.

From: [identity profile] drakyndra.livejournal.com


The printed the lyrics of some of the verses in the program thing. Amelia and I were like, "Wait, what?"
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Huzzah! Though I wish they'd take less space about it.

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Do you get sign-language interpreters? I'm a linguistics geek, so when we had an opening address in French (repeated in English), sign-language interpreters, and short speeches in Spanish, my mind was reeling. I love it when the sign-language folks get going. I love love love watching 'em.

You had free food? Cool!

Congratulations to your sister!

Yay for chocolate!

From: [identity profile] drakyndra.livejournal.com


I didn't see one. But then, I was seated all the way towards the back, so there might have been one that I missed out on.

Yes, yay for free food and yay for chocolate!

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.... calling the graduation hat the "funny hat" has just made me realize where CLAMP probably got their inspiration for that initial humongous Emperor!Lelouch hat.

And I am curious to find out what this Most Awesome Weapon Looking Thing Ever is.

From: [identity profile] drakyndra.livejournal.com


...They've attended too many graduation ceremonies?

If I had a scanner, I'd scan a photo in the programme. Instead I'll have to see if there are any photos on the Uni website.
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