Oh yeah...

Unless I forgot to fill out a form, or pay a fee, or some damn thing, I now have my Master's. Or so they would have me believe. You know the old line "The check is in the mail?" Same thing here.

It occurred to me last night that I was missing my graduation ceremony. Bummer. But the final essays were calling me. It should surprise no one that I claim to be a student of irony (look at the past several months of my life for proof), and I find the fact that all the essays I had to grade prevented me from going anywhere that night, even though I felt no burning urge to grade them. I find that very ironic indeed.

Either that, or it's just stupid.