Well, I have to figure out whether I want to take the walk this weekend or not. My first inclination is to blow it off, of course. I wouldn’t bother with the commencement on Sunday anyway (though I wouldn’t mind hearing the speaker, Frank McCourt), but the convocation on Saturday would give me a chance to say goodbye to the folks I’ve gone through this with over the last couple of years.

Unfortunately, after something like $31,000 in tuition (never mind that it was the Feds that paid for it), if I want to attend the convocation ceremonies, I have to pay $60 to rent (rent, mind you; I don’t even get to keep it, not that I have a use for it) a cap, gown, and master’s hood. Oy. It’s not the money so much as it is the principle of the thing.

That and having to parade around in a goofy looking dress with a pizza box on my head.