The Graduate!

I did my graduation ceremony yesterday! Woken up at 5:45 to learn that my mother-in-law's mini-horse had a baby, 45 minute drive in which my dress strap broke, 15 minutes walking through throngs of people, 1 and 1/2 hours of standing around, then 2 hours of sitting, then I walked and heard my name, sat for another 20 minutes, moved the tassle, and I was graduated. After that I had to find Tim, who had my keys, but didn't know where my car was. I'm surprised I didn't cry. I got choked up thinking about my gradma before we went in, but no tears all day!

So far, though, the happiness hasn't really hit me yet. I mean, I am saying I'm happy/excited/relieved, but I don't feel it. I'm starting to wonder if I'm underwhelmed or depressed about it? Or maybe worried that I might have failed a class and didn't actually graduate? :( Maybe thinking about the four semesters ahead of me before I can even start my career? I did wish my brother was home from the Army and my grandma wasn't dead, so it felt incomplete.

Maybe once I have my grades and my diploma, and my big party at my mom's it will feel more real, and joyous!