Yeah, I'm so not smooth

So, it's been a while since I wrote and a lot of things have happened and a lot of sitting around my house watching TNT and cleaning things have also happened. So, here's the shortened version of things I've done...
Saturday: My family came down to visit me. We went to a champagne brunch (it was kinda lackluster for a nice dining hall event). Then we went to Phi Beta Kappa induction (okay, so I think I already mentioned that...but it's been a while). Then we went to dinner. I love Mill Street. I am sad that I won't be going there for a while since it is so damn tasty. And they give you peppermint ice cream for dessert to cleanse your pallet of the garlicy goodness. Ben was a punk and said he didn't want any and then ate his just to spite me. He's really spiteful and dogged. I'm not as stubborn, but I think I'm more spiteful. Way more spiteful. I think it's good that I have kinda a short memory because I'd be mad at pretty much everyone for the rest of their lives if I remembered every time I was mad at someone.
Sunday I graduated. It was hot and we were sitting in black robes with the sun beating down on us. One person threw up and one person almost passed out. That's not too bad in a class of like 240 people. MBC's graduation was less boring than most graduations I've been to. This year was special because it was the first time they gave out masters degrees for the Shakespeare and Renaissance Lit program. It was a neat surprise that my school gave out its first honorary degree for the MLitt program. They gave one to Dame Judy Dench. The whole thing would have been way cooler if I could have actually seen her instead of just hear them talk about her. I guess it's one of the sucky things about having a last name towards the end of the alphabet. During junior dad's I had to stand in line with uncomfortable shoes on for a good long time and I got to be like in the last four rows of people that graduated. But, on a funny note, they gave one of my classmate's seeing eye dog a honorary diploma and a bone for graduating. It's funny because that dog probably went to more classes than some people at my school...
On a totally bitchy note, I don't think that independent majors should be eligible for distinction. It was like everyone who did an independent major got distinction. When large disciplines like English only give out one distinction, maybe all independent majors should be judged together for distinction. Also, one person won all the undergrad traditional awards. Yeah, it was a little one sided. Not to say that she's not a fantastic person who deserves to be recognized, but when they only give out two awards at graduation, she probably shouldn't get both of them. But it's not her fault, it is the school's stupidity.
Yeah, so I'm tired of complaining about that. But, something funny happened. After we all graduate, the professors go up the stairs and then turn around and stop on the stairs to like shake hands with us. So, I walked up the stairs and hugged and shook hands with my professors. When I got to the speaker from the PBK induction, she started to do the secret handshake, and I was all confused...I am going to blame it on the sun and sitting outside in the hot. But, I started bawling when I came to one of my favorite English professors who said they had missed me when I was student teaching. And then I ran into Keli and the waterworks were uncontrollable. Then I ran into Anne, and then I cried more. And then Littlejohn told me to stop crying, and I couldn't, and it was bad. Thankfully for Ben, I stopped crying when I finally made it down to where my family was waiting for me. Yeah, graduation is damn terrifying and emotional.