Friday, November 18, 2011

Class Rings, (gratuitous pictures of) Emma, and the Best Class Ever

This week has been a happy interruption to the endless cycle of school work and real work in my life... I got some time off of work, I finally felt ready to begin writing my paper (which I am sure I will write about soon - it's kind of all I can talk about these days!), and I got my class ring! 

My mom and dad came to the ceremony on Wednesday evening, which was, predictably, mostly calling out names and posing for photographs.

I'm up there somewhere! See me?

The eyes of Texas are upon you, all the live long day...

We sang The Eyes of Texas, which has become my favorite song over the last few years here at UT.


And after the ceremony, I posed with my new ring. 

It's silly, but I keep looking at it. It's a visual representation of what I have done at UT. Even though I'll leave in a few months with little more than a slip of paper and what's in my brain (the latter is the most important, of course) it feels really good to have something shiny to show off. 




Isn't it beautiful? You can hold it if you ask me nicely!

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In other news, LOOK AT EMMA.


Next year, I won't be looking after her regularly because her mom will be on maternity leave. Of course, I will miss my Emma... but I'm getting my dose of her adorableness while I can! 


And lastly, a lifelong (okay, college-long) dream I've had is to have class at Starbucks. Well, I suggested it a few months ago in my Lexicography class and...

AT STARBUCKS!!

YESSSSSSSSSSS!

Thank you for my coffee, professor! Best class ever!

(We have a rather small class, and only seven or eight of us showed up that day anyway. Thank you, Professor!)

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I lied. That last one wasn't exactly the last lastly.

I'd like to say thank you to my mother for giving birth to me 22 years ago. 

Obviously not a picture of my birth. I'll spare you the gory details, and instead present you with the messy details of my first birthday.
And yes, I know I'm not actually 22 until 11:55pm.

"It's not my birthday without you reminding me of that!" I told her on facebook.

"It's hard for me to forget, you know," she replied.

(Touche.) 

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