Hooper

Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . .

Okay, so I made the mistake of not following my gut instincts against participating in the big graduation for the entire university. I was punished for not boycotting.

Diplomas were passed out, however, in the extreme ineptitude that goes hand in hand with those who have accumulated a few too many degrees, very few people ended up with the right degrees. It seems that some people who said that they were going to be there did not show. In an attempt to keep the diplomas in order, the faculty tried to pull from the piles those diplomas that belonged to those graduates who were not present. They proceeded to screw up royally. My diploma and one that belonged to another graduate were pulled. We spent several minutes passing around diplomas to try to get the right ones. I had my husband's, so that return was easy. I was panicked for several minutes after the entire ordeal was over, as I tried to find who had my sheepskin. Another kid ended up with two diplomas, neither of which were his.

The next morning, I called to track down my diploma. First, I called the law school. They told me to call the main campus. They had the 45 grand piece of paper. I went to get a facial, then my husband and I went to pick up my official degree. I had to present identification.

WHAT? The day before, the law school was passing out doctors of jurisprudence to anyone who tripped across the stage in ugly puple hats and now I had to present my identification and sign for my degree?

It wasn't my idea to pass out degrees willy-nilly and screw up the moving plans of the graduating class, but now I am the one forced to prove that I am who I say I am just because some other doctor of jurisprudence cannot read-- no, cannot match-- one name on a list to a name on an envelope containing a degree. That's not fair. I ought to know. I am a doctor of jurisprudence. Not that I can prove it-- the school would not give me my parchment. Not without two forms of identification, my signature and a note from my mommy!

Oh, well. I have it now.

--Hooper

Hooper Writings, Thoughts and Happenings I was born in the late 1970s. I grew up in West Virginia, went to five different schools for undergraduate in three different states, finishing at the University of Pittsburgh. I had obtained degrees in English Literature and Film Studies, and had satisfied or nearly satisfied requirements for a multitude of minors. Then, upon realizing that I would need a day job in order to be able to chase my dreams in these two fields, I chose to go to law school. I am out of law school now. I live in Pennsylvania now. To know the rest you'll have to read on a bit.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (4) Share on Facebook		2003-05-27 11:34 PM Identification? Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . . Okay, so I made the mistake of not following my gut instincts against participating in the big graduation for the entire university. I was punished for not boycotting. Diplomas were passed out, however, in the extreme ineptitude that goes hand in hand with those who have accumulated a few too many degrees, very few people ended up with the right degrees. It seems that some people who said that they were going to be there did not show. In an attempt to keep the diplomas in order, the faculty tried to pull from the piles those diplomas that belonged to those graduates who were not present. They proceeded to screw up royally. My diploma and one that belonged to another graduate were pulled. We spent several minutes passing around diplomas to try to get the right ones. I had my husband's, so that return was easy. I was panicked for several minutes after the entire ordeal was over, as I tried to find who had my sheepskin. Another kid ended up with two diplomas, neither of which were his. The next morning, I called to track down my diploma. First, I called the law school. They told me to call the main campus. They had the 45 grand piece of paper. I went to get a facial, then my husband and I went to pick up my official degree. I had to present identification. WHAT? The day before, the law school was passing out doctors of jurisprudence to anyone who tripped across the stage in ugly puple hats and now I had to present my identification and sign for my degree? It wasn't my idea to pass out degrees willy-nilly and screw up the moving plans of the graduating class, but now I am the one forced to prove that I am who I say I am just because some other doctor of jurisprudence cannot read-- no, cannot match-- one name on a list to a name on an envelope containing a degree. That's not fair. I ought to know. I am a doctor of jurisprudence. Not that I can prove it-- the school would not give me my parchment. Not without two forms of identification, my signature and a note from my mommy! Oh, well. I have it now. --Hooper Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top