Graduation went surprisingly smoothly despite my initial panic attack about having the wrong hood-thing, as the dignified Masters graduates call it. Luckily the bookstore had boxes of replacements for all the dorks who got the wrong thing. I had plenty of time with my fellow graduates to congratulate each other, hang out and take some pictures. Like so:
I'm smushed back there in the corner, but that gown is really unflattering anyway, so you're not missing anything. The ceremony went by pretty quickly and I didn't trip, so I declare it a success!
I was so happy that so many people could make it to my graduation party. It was great to have all my family and friends come together to celebrate my genius. Kidding! It was amazing though to see how easily my family and Shea's got together. Not that I was really that worried because everyone in both of our families is so friendly and welcoming, but it's nice to see everyone chatting and getting along so well. I'm so thankful for all the great memories and gifts my family gave me yesterday evening. Even though they might be mad I didn't post the much better picture, I liked the candidness of this one. My family is really kick ass and I could have never gotten to this point in my life without their love and support.
This is one of my ridiculously delicious cake that I'm glad I didn't take left overs of because I would have had no problem with eating it. It's a little hard to read, but the cake says "one more to go". I had said this in passing discussing the party, but I laughed when I saw that my grandma actually put it on the cake.