Done

Posted By on May 16, 2009

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“Cody Walks Across The Stage”

.: So yesterday, after four five long years of hard work, lazy work, and everything in between, I finally got that fancy piece of paper that says I’m qualified to say a thing or two about biochemistry. I know that this is one of those times in my life where everybody typically says I should be excited about the future and proud of myself, and they are right: right now is awesome.

.: But I’ll be talking about the future in later posts — there’s a whole summer ahead for that sort of stuff; this post is about everything before now, specifically yesterday:

-The person next to me during commencement, one of the few students with a 4.0 GPA in my major, was visibly hungover. She informed me throughout the ceremony about her pressing need to urinate, but in not quite as pretty words.

-Before the ceremony began, we were clustered in the hallways waiting to line up properly. There was the typical bashing of the perceived ‘lesser’ majors wherein we haughty biochemists dismissed the accomplishments of our colleagues in the business school. This point of conversation followed unironically from the admissions of most of those present concerning their abysmal performance in Dr. Trawick’s Topics in Human Biochemistry class. (Yours truly received an A in that course, thank you very much.)

-Short backstory: when people ask me what my middle name is, I like to tell them that up until Eighth Grade it was Michelle, and then I learned how to spell Mitchell. So of course when I walked across the stage to receive my diploma the dean said, “Cody Michelle Cobb.” These kind of events always have a large amount of background noise, but I could still hear my mom’s cackle from across the stadium. As I was walking back to my seat, Dr. Kearney intercepted and assured me, “It’s okay, my middle name’s Michel too!”

-Nobody quite knew when to stand up or sit down.

-At the end, after singing the official school song — or, rather, after listening to the official school song be sung to us — nobody tossed their cap. There was a hesitation, and a few people looked around waiting for others to initiate it, but nobody followed through. That’s not quite true — I threw my damn cap. Three or so other people did too. Mine, unfortunately, smacked some girl square in the face. I was afraid I’d be immediately identified, what with my lack of cap and all, but fortunately one of the other tossers’ cap landed right behind me — after it had smacked another girl in the face, of course. I quickly picked it up, even more quickly put it on, and coolly averted calamity.

-My mom, dad, stepdad, stepmom, grandmother, grandfather, sister, and other sister all came to see me. Of the nine people sitting at the dinner table afterwards, only two had not graduated from Baylor. Where the next generation decides to go to college remains to be determined.

.: That’s all I have right now. I have quite the week not-completely-planned ahead of me. If you see me ambling down the street not doing something, slap me across the face and tell me to do what I need to do, because there’s a lot of it.

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  1. Robin Z says:

    Congratulations!

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