Went. Wore ugly, itchy, and very warm cap and gown. Laughed as the other people complained that it was too hot; for 'twas nothing compared to a marching uniform. We sat, stood, sat, stood, sat, stood, and then sat for an hour. The guy who owns the Astros gave our commencement speech. I'd never heard of this guy. he seemed to repeat himself a lot. Then came the calling of the names. Our 18 valedictorians and 4 saluditorians (or however it's spelled) and then the other 478 or so people in my class. Took a while. Then once we were done, we all stood in a circle around the chairs we'd previously sat in and ignored the command to wait until the last note of the alma mater to throw our hats by throwing them on the first note instead. Ah, teenage rebellion. I kept mine; it goes in our ever-growing costume collection (most of which I will wear - or try to - on a decently regular basis now that I am not in school). Then home, to my family (basic family unit + three pairs of aunts/uncles, adopted neighbor-grandmother, my maternal grandparents, and Tish) for opening of some gifts and a small party. Thank goodness for the small. My mother kept her word concerning the (for the most part) lack of celebration; and now seems to be angry with my grandmother for being slightly racist and none too observant. (she kept saying things about immigrants and those who speak other languages or don't speak English properly, apparently forgetting entirely that my father is from Peru...)
And now we all sit and digest, like so many pythons after devouring goats. Or something.