When I woke up this morning I thought for the first hour that it was my first day as a post graduate MFA student, but really it's the first day I woke up AT HOME as a post grad student. Yesterday was pretty crazy. After graduating Saturday evening, we woke up in the awful dirty incredibly HOT seminary and had to take our thesis exhibit off of the gallery walls. Naturally, as this is my disposition and I was not rocking a severe hang over like some, I woke at the crack of dawn, sung my way through the shower and danced into my clothes, tossed my belongings in some bags and skipped down the hall to get back to my normal life as soon as possible. But only one person was with me on that. So my last remaining MFA friend and I went out to breakfast to hash over some of the finer points of graduation night then we took the quick drive to the university gallery, took down and wrapped our stuff, and eventually she took off for her family while I waited. And waited and waited, For 2 hours until the rest of the graduates began trickling in. The program manager told me she would be there by noon so I could leave (did I mention how I foolishly volunteered to be the key holder for the gallery thinking I was going to paint my wall and need off hours access to the gallery? No one else was allowed to get the key or return the key to security) I spent a torturous hour from noon until one praying she would finally arrive, and then Matt who was supposed to fly back to his girlfriend in Indiana called to say he had fainted in the airport and the airline didn't want him to fly?!?!?!?! Panic filled me. The EMTs told my baby his blood pressure and heart rate were low. I told him to get in an ambulance and go the hospital.
And that is where my life as a prime example of Murphy's law may have taken a turn yesterday- The time it would have taken me from utopia to the hospital- 1 hour. From the campus gallery- 10 minutes.
So, everything is fine and Matt will never take Dramamine in anticipation of a nauseating flight again, as it has the side effect of low pressure and fainting. As soon as it wore off my baby was fine again and I got to bring him for the night, so that was great. Also great that one of my classmates came over with his mom and girlfriend and they are Russian so Matt got to shine with his crazy amazing Russian speaking skills. The mom said Matt sounded like he was raised in Russia and maybe moved away so was just a tad rusty. All I heard was native speaker!
Before the excitement of yesterday happened I was going to post about actually wearing the tiara for graduation, its in all the pictures, and how glad I am that I did wear it. A few people told me they thought it was fabulous and I actually bequeathed it to someone who will be graduating next year with the command to continually pass it on.
The other thing I wanted to share is that yesterday while packing my seminary room I put my hand up to touch the necklace I had chosen to wear for the last session. It was my mom's necklace, and with the memory of her sending me pennies to know I wasn't alone during that really stressful period this spring I figured maybe she would help me through the last session too. I looked up at the sky and said out loud "I did it Mom!" Then I walked down to the hall to toss my bed sheets into the wash bin and on my way back to my room what do I find but a brand new shiny penny on the hallway rug right outside my room. This is taking coincidence to a whole new level. I know I wasn't alone this session.
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