Patri's College Graduation

I graduated from a college in Los Angeles. It was hot. Sweltering hot. Some parents apparently have strange ideas that formal garb is necessary for august occasions, even when common sense dictates otherwise. Isn't the important thing the diploma (well, the important thing is the education, but if we are going to place too much value on concrete physical phenomena, I'd still go with the diploma!)? Is adhering to some arbitrary societal standard of fashion really more important than comfort? There were people wearing full regalia - wool suits - under their robes. Honestly. I wore boxers and a bow tie and looked pityingly at those who were clearly suffering, wondering how intelligent people could have such odd priorities. My parents, fortunately, being sensible, do not make those sorts of unreasonable demands, not that I would have gone along if they had, although they do, I believe, rather regret their son's unfortunate tendency, you may have seen this coming, to use run-on sentences with lots of comma-delimited phrases. Mudd Graduation, May '98

Me with Aaron Archer at Mudd Graduation, May '98

Patri and some of his classmates. From left, Someone With Long Black Hair, ?Cheryl?, Patri, Gary LeRock, John Larkin, Small Face w/ Sunglasses, Ted Ladd, Geoff Finger. These graduation pictures were taken with Patri's Dad's digital camera, which he had not used much, and had some quality problems. Notice the ray of light spearing down in this picture. It is unclear whether it is a halo of magnificence from some patron diety or an attempted strike by an inhuman foe, but either way, it missed. Phew. Mudd Graduation, May '98

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