"As for man, his days are like grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, and its place acknowledges it no longer.
But the lovingkindness of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him..."
~Psalm 103:15-17a

Graduation

I am going to graduate!  Yes, I know that's such a surprise. J  I went to the graduation fair today.  If you ever get a chance, you should go to a graduation fair.  You get to fill out all kinds of paperwork - half of which you aren't exactly sure what it's for, but that just adds to the excitement.  Also, you get to practice juggling - holding stacks of various sized papers, pens and ID card in addition to your coat, backpack and the big bag they give you to hold everything, but which you can't really use until the end, because people keep requesting miscellaneous papers from you and you never know what they'll want next!  Not only that, but you get to juggle and fill out the paperwork at the same time!!!  

Then you can have your picture taken, but there isn't much information about what it was/how to do it and there was a long line, so I decided to skip that pleasure (who wants to dress up in a cap and gown in front of a bunch of people anyways).  

And finally, at the end, you get to go to another room, where they have popcorn, pop, pins and more papers.  Anyways, the end result (I think) is that I got to eat some popcorn to supplement my breakfast, got a can of pop to supplement my lunch, ordered a cap and gown, and requested an extra ticket so that my whole family can come to the ceremony - which will be another exciting event, involving sitting through long, boring fascinating speeches, waiting for people you don't even know to get their diplomas, getting to shake the president's hand (I think), etc.

It's so exciting.

[Update: Insignificant undergraduates don't get to shake the president's hand.  And it doesn't pay to be conscientious about going through the correct process to request tickets: you don't get them anyways, because anyone who has extra tickets is selling them to the people who don't follow the rules. *sigh*]

Helen Keller on Exams

"But the examinations are the chief bugbears of my college life.  Although I have faced them many times and cast them down and made them bite the dust, yet they rise again and menace me with pale looks, until like Bob Acres I feel my courage oozing out at my finger ends.  The days before these ordeals take place are spent in cramming your mind with mystic formulae and indigestible dates - unpalatable diets, until you wish that books and science and you were buried in the depths of the sea.

"At last the dreaded hour arrives, and you are a favored being indeed if you feel prepared, and are able at the right time to call to your standard thoughts that will aid you in that supreme effort.  It happens too often that your trumpet call is unheeded.  It is most perplexing and exasperating that just at the moment when you need your memory and a nice sense of discrimination, these faculties take to themselves wings and fly away.  The facts you have garnered with such infinite trouble invariably fail you at a pinch.

"'Give a brief account of Huss and his work.'  Huss?  Who was he and what did he do?  The name looks strangely familiar.  You ransack your budget of historic facts much as you would hunt for a bit of silk in a rag-bag.  You are sure it is somewhere in your mind near the top - you saw it there the other day when you were looking up the beginnings of the Reformation.  But where is it now?  You fish out all manner of odds and ends of knowledge - revolutions, schisms, massacres, systems of governments; but Huss - where is he?  You are amazed at all the things you know which are not on the examination paper.  In desperation, you seize the budget and dump everything out, and there in a corner is your man, serenely brooding on his own private thought, unconscious of the catastrophe which he has brought upon you.

"Just then the proctor informs you that the time is up.  With a feeling of intense disgust you kick the mass of rubbish into a corner and go home, your head full of revolutionary schemes to abolish the divine right of professors to ask questions without the consent of the questioned."

~ Helen Keller, in "The Story of My Life" ~