I'm sure I could out-compete you at daydreaming. It took me 36 months to get one master's degree. ;)
As usual I procrastinated on some important matters to the bitter end, so my last day of graduate school was rather intense. Had to meet with thesis committee, get signed approvals, get thesis copied (including fancy new-fangled color Xerox pages for the whiz-bang computer graphics), get thesis copies bound, then deliver copies to committee members and repository library. Last step was to submit myself for a final checkout review with one all-powerful gatekeeper named, naturally, Gladys. She occupied a bastion in the dark and foreboding 19th-century gothic relic known as Science Hall...
Entering the Gladys redoubt was a really strange trip... everything was in miniature! The room was a broom closet, Gladys was a little old lady sitting at a tiny desk, and the waiting room chairs were child-sized. As I sat there looking up at her frowning face from that low, tiny seat, my entire misspent childhood passed before my eyes and I recalled all those times I'd been called on the carpet, judged, and punished by omnipotent adults. Like the time Mrs. Schulte kicked me out of the local Carnegie Library for chewing a jawbreaker, like the time my homemade gunpowder experiment exceeded its objective, like the time... oh, never mind! ;)
The methodical Gladys went thru her checklist with me: thesis copies filed, library fines paid, forwarding address on file, acknowledgement of my duty to repay student loans, etc. At last she signed off to authorize my MS degree, and that was it... my last memory of college life. I left town the next day and had the diploma mailed to me.
We must pity Elmat. Just look what he has missed! :0) |
