May 24, 2005. The University of Ottawa reached out to my mind and wallet, inviting me to learn with them.
May 25, 2010. According to my degree, I officially became a graduate.
June 4, 2010. Momma and Darrell arrived to pick up Darryl and I [have I ever mentioned how odd and confusing that gets?] and we headed to the National Arts Centre. Once inside, I ditched the family and headed on down to the last chance for uOttawa to make the students line up like cattle... A line for your name tag. Then a line for the coat check. Then a line for your robe. Then a line for your colours (white for Arts!). After all that, I headed back out to the very crowded lobby. Then I had the enjoyable idea of going outside in the cool air to take pictures and not die from overheating. Here are those pictures (of Momma, Darryl and me):
While outside, Dad randomly drove by and asked how to get to the parking lot. Of all the people it could have been, the fact that it was the person we were waiting for is pretty random. At 7:00 I headed backstage again, where I crammed into Line 6. I was #37, between a guy named Shawn and a girl named Stephanie. The people around me were fairly hilarious, which made the evening much more enjoyable than I thought it would be. I planned on a borefest.
We entered. The fancy people in their funny [see: archaic] hats entered. O Canada was sung. I found my family in the mezzanine.
Alan Rock, president of the university, spoke. He kept it fairly brief, which was fantastic. There was even a joke or two. And his French was good.
Then, Nancy Don't-call-me-Canadian Houston received an honourary doctorate for being an anti-Canadian bitch/author. Her speech was lengthy, horrible, and basically her biography. Nothing to encourage us. I'm very disappointed with her selection.
Then, after lots of mild clapping for others, I rocked the handshakes with the Chancellor and President. Oh my, how I shook their hands.
Next, I was ushered backstage where I received my degree in a lovely faux leather folder, had my official photo taken, was congratulated numerous times, and then headed back to my seat to chat raucously with my seatmates while still trying to clap politely for the other graduates... and cheer for the people I know. It was kind of a trip down memory lane, full of faces I met throughout my 5 years. It was cool.
The ceremony lasted 2 hours, which is a good hour shorter than I expected. I waited in the lobby about 15 minutes before my family finally came to join me. Dad was the first to get there. The man on his cellphone in the background is Antoni Lewkowicz, Dean of Arts, and the first prof I ever had.
Hooray for the parents!
Here's one with me and Momma and Darrell.
Finally, I got a picture with Chancellor Huguette Labelle and President Alan Rock.
Bring on the requests for alumni donations.