Well, here I am.
On Friday I walked across the stage, shook hands with my Dean (I honestly didn't recognize him- that says something about my attempts at getting to know the folks in charge), and got an empty diploma holder from the chair of the Micro and Molecular Biology department.
I'm not sure what else to say about it. I feel like I ought to say something about graduating, but there's not much to say. Mom and Dan came to see me, which was fun. Dad couldn't make it, but his office ladies surprised him by throwing me a graduation party in Huntsville. They are so sweet and treat him (and all of us) so well. Since Dad wasn't here, we made a trip to Stan's in his honor. I love Stan's, but I think mostly it's nostalgia. It reminds me of Dad.
After the festivities and a few pictures, we headed up to Salt Lake to spend a couple days with Grandma. One of the first orders of business was to buy Dan a guitar. Yes, you read that right. We bought a guitar for Dan. He bought the one that Mom and I liked the sound of and he liked the way the vibrations felt. When we got home we had a very interesting discussion about music. For those of you who have never tried to explain music theory to a deaf man, let me just say that it is harder than you think. Explaining things like why some intervals sound pleasant and others sound unpleasant is hard.
It was nice to see family at dinner last night. John Nagel tried to be happy for me going to Michigan (despite calling it "That School Up North"), Roger sang for a while and played Dan's guitar (which is always fun) and we ate lots of good food.
All in all, a good graduation.