Saturday, May 14, 2011

Day 3: Graduation

What I'm doing:
- Attending graduation
- Going out to eat with my roommate and her friends and family
- Attempting to congratulate all the seniors I know
- Briefly catching up with graduated friends in town for graduation
- Going antique shopping with my roommate and her friends and family
- Retreating to my itty bitty room to play computer games after a long day

What I'm eating:
- A fragment of peanut butter cookie
- Kung Pao Chicken

What I'm reading:
- The graduation ceremony booklet
- The Chinese restaurant menu
- A bit of "No Turning Back: A Witness to Mercy" by Fr. Donald H. Calloway, MIC (because it was laying around the apartment and looked interesting)

How I'm feeling:
- Tired
- Significantly less sore
- Still nervous and a bit scared
- More excited than I was previously
- Very, very grateful

Goal of the day: Start planning out graduation arrangements for my family, so I won't be finding them a place to stay and borrowing graduation tickets off friends at the last minute.

To-Do's:
- Make sure Mom knows that we need tickets for graduation, so she does't spring any surprise visitors on me
- Look up the date of graduation next year
- Figure out what time Mass is tomorrow
- See if it will be feasible to walk to Mass with my computer, so I can get online afterwards
- Check that the windows are closed so the storm stays outside the apartment

Another long day. Graduation was beautiful; the speaker was the Preacher to the Papal Household, who came in from Italy to speak. He was very funny, obviously holy, and had a glorious Italian accent. Antique shopping was more fun than I'd thought; there wasn't as much furniture as I had been expecting, and more interesting little knick-knacks and dishes. And yes, you're reading that correctly: all I had to eat today was Kung Pao Chicken and a tiny bit of a peanut butter cookie. My roommate's friends treated us all to Chinese after the graduation, and I had leftovers. Actually, I have enough leftovers to last me through tomorrow...or longer, if I count what my roommate's family is leaving for us to use. They can hardly take it on the plane with them tomorrow.

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