| lipby ( @ 2009-05-11 22:25:00 |
Graduation
This weekend I was in Connecticut to attend my nephew's graduation at UConn, an event that unfolded with all of the solemnity of a pep rally. At one point, a very hefty family a few rows ahead of left only to return a few minutes later with nachos and hot dogs. At they returned to the section, you could see the entire section rolling their eyes as if to say "trashy people." The looks quickly turned dumbfounded as the crowd realized that this graduation, which was being held in the 10,000 seat basketball arena, was being treated for all intents and purposes as if it were a Huskies basketball game.
My nephew, for his part, seemed to take a delightful amount of bemusement from the ceremony-- when he wasn't looking bored silly-- the exact same mix of emotions that once led me to skip out on my graduation ceremony. Twenty years out, I envied (an envy that at various points of the ceremony verged on the palpable) the youth and possibility of the graduates, wishing I had possessed the direction that these kids appear to possess (but mostly probably don't.) It is strange to see a thousand happy graduates blazing through their graduation day at supersonic speeds, hungry to finally get on with their lives, while all I wanted to do is quietly tiptoe back that moment and linger for a good long while...
I must confess, however, that one thing I don't miss about university are the professors with a missionary zeal regarding ideologies that have absolutely no chance of surviving outside of academia foisting their politics on everyone else. Here is a photo of some feminist professor ruining the student's big day with her own political statement about vagina-power. This, my friends, is akin to pushing the bride out of the limelight at a wedding reception:

May this womyn die and live in a hell populated by nothing but oversexed fratboys.
This weekend I was in Connecticut to attend my nephew's graduation at UConn, an event that unfolded with all of the solemnity of a pep rally. At one point, a very hefty family a few rows ahead of left only to return a few minutes later with nachos and hot dogs. At they returned to the section, you could see the entire section rolling their eyes as if to say "trashy people." The looks quickly turned dumbfounded as the crowd realized that this graduation, which was being held in the 10,000 seat basketball arena, was being treated for all intents and purposes as if it were a Huskies basketball game.
My nephew, for his part, seemed to take a delightful amount of bemusement from the ceremony-- when he wasn't looking bored silly-- the exact same mix of emotions that once led me to skip out on my graduation ceremony. Twenty years out, I envied (an envy that at various points of the ceremony verged on the palpable) the youth and possibility of the graduates, wishing I had possessed the direction that these kids appear to possess (but mostly probably don't.) It is strange to see a thousand happy graduates blazing through their graduation day at supersonic speeds, hungry to finally get on with their lives, while all I wanted to do is quietly tiptoe back that moment and linger for a good long while...
I must confess, however, that one thing I don't miss about university are the professors with a missionary zeal regarding ideologies that have absolutely no chance of surviving outside of academia foisting their politics on everyone else. Here is a photo of some feminist professor ruining the student's big day with her own political statement about vagina-power. This, my friends, is akin to pushing the bride out of the limelight at a wedding reception:

May this womyn die and live in a hell populated by nothing but oversexed fratboys.