Formally Unemployed

Ay ay ay, canta y no llores, que cantando se alegran, cielito lindo, los corazones!!!

After arriving at McDonalds on Harry Agganis Way (Comm Ave) at 8:40 am in my shinier-than-the-rest-toga, we were freezing. Some pictures were taken with the usual suspects , through the metal detectors we went, then we were given ghetto bagels that were so chewy you needed a gallon of water to wash them down (but there was only wierd dole juice) . We kept on freezing, until someone told us that is was allegedly warmer under the tents. We ran into the CAS one, were barked at by some marshall (what and who are they anyway?).... and eventually recovered body temperature. Needless to say, the food was left on the floor in a corner.

Two hours past, again with the same people posing for the same pictures,and some singing, (especially by the very hungover Andres that even on his graduation day had the ipod on.) Luis J proceeded to make everyone sign his toga (which is visible in some pictures) (its a colombian thing). We also got these little asian girls to take countless pictures of us. I was the token girl because Monica stayed home, Aleks came and went, and the Porican girls were too cool to stand in line with us. Dieguito uso las manos de cirujano que le dio Dios para arreglar el tassle de Luigi... Pobre Luigi,...con esa cabezota el cap ni le entraba. Luis Nun~ez llego vestido y listo para caminar, sin haberle dicho a los papas...tal vez lo acribillen cuando llegue a Panama.Ligia parecia un trombo de lo inquieta que estaba and some other brazilians chilled with their flag on their caps...we should have all done that...Hubiera sido bacano tener a una fila de banderas.

Finally we walked at 11 am onto Nickerson Field, back into the freezing cold. I blame this low body temperature for the lack of crying. It was so cold it was hard to click the camera. The honorary degrees came in, with the Snipers looking attentively...si francotiradores..on the roofs of west campus. When a feew drops of rain fell, we all put on our super attractive plastic ponchos, which made us warmer..I was also sitting between Luigi and Nacho so there was some body heat. How we did not get pneumonia is a miracle. The President Karzai of Afghanistan came to the podium and spoke of how morality should overrule national interest. ah the perfect commencement for an IR major. A helicopter flew over the field and the snipers pulled out mega binoculars. Everyone that spoke took care to mention that the class that had started a week before 9/11 and that had lived the Reversal of the Red Sox Curse were enlightened (more so than others) and had an international mindset...these people have not heard the idiots in GSU talking about Middle Eastern politics. (dude the GSU has a webpage!) Uno por uno se pararon Luigi, Diego, Nacho, Roberto cuando llamaban los nombres de sus escuelas (SMG , COMM) ya que nos habiamos sentado en CAS.

After leaving that commencement late, almost 40 minutes late.. it took forever to get to fit rec for the IR ceremony. That one was over and done within an hour (not bad)... I sat with my GG 331 people, Monica, Aleks, Assema, and the Poricans joined us to (Lali woo hoo) , and Aliana. (all girl ensemble) . They told us to not cheer for individual people so we went ahead and did it anyway. After four years of yelling for no reason why would we stop now? This time there was a reason. Por lo menos no llevabamos pancartas as other people did... thats a bit much.

After collecting the diploma (its pretty but seeing it didnt do anything for me) we took more pictures outside (welcome to the cold) , afterall we could not take every picture in the gym...even if its new...its a gym. Im proud to say that my 5 dollar toga was a hit. Looking shinier in pictures and even maybe a bit pink it still was fine, even though everyone had something to say about it.

We headed down comm ave for a quick lunch, provided by the Brazilian friends in Kenmore Square and got free flan (when you ask , you receive) .... Dinner was at Casa Romero on Newbury (nothing free in there)... Isabel was supposed to attend but she went to Paris... the gift of the day was a lime green mini ipod !!!! I had no idea my mom knew they existed...she is cooler than what I know!

After my dinner at Casa Romero, we went to Roberto, Nacho, Luigi and Marco's dinner at Chart House on the Aquarium Wharf. They organized a dinner for everybody they knew...We met and greeted with the genitori , finally putting names to faces after 4 years of adventures on comm ave.. (where else?)

We were all dead, since we had been up since 6-7 am but to prove that we still had it in us, that not all was lost, that college was not the end of fun, or the end of youth for that matter, we went to Saint for some sunday night partying. We stayed for about an hour, maybe a bit more... we proved it. After all we are 21..actually I turn 22 Tomorrow. ahhhhhh.. College is Over!( I still have no realized it) all I can do is play with the ipod.

Mirabamos el cielo que ya no parecia eterno- Mi Generacion- Poligamia