Things Change

Yesterday, I changed my Facebook status to "I'm a terrible penpal." Now, I knew that this was true, but I didn't realize how true until I clicked on James (remember, James is James Sutton and Jimmy is the Captain) and Katie's blog only to discover that Matt & Lisa have a blog, which led me to Robin's new blog that's been up for like a year. Ok, people, I'm sorry. I'm a terrible penpal. But boy do I feel really awful when people I was pretty good friends with restart their blog and I don't know about it. Well, now I have some summer reading to do. :) Oh yeah, and people got married and some had babies, what is this world coming to with all this change? I'm not good with change. Well, Robin's back on the right hand side, James and Katie's blog has a funny picture of Lee & Amy, and I have had a little tiny window into the lives of people we once saw at least once a week. I miss you guys!

When darkness turns to light

You know when you do something in the somewhat darkness, or at least not bright light, and then you see it in the daytime and you go, "oops".... I hate when that happens. Fortunately this time it was just lint rollering the lampshade. Helps keep the kitty fur off. Unfortunately, I did a terrible job. The good thing is that it's something that is easily corrected. Painting your house or something, not easily corrected. Good thing I didn't try that.

Graduation Pictures

Me, Deb, and Dr. Mooney-Melvin, a very influential person in the field of public history. Andy likes to say that she invented public history, but that's not really true, although she was president of the National Council on Public History.



I think you know who we are.



The fam.



Me, Deb, Katie, and Dr. Karamanski. Thanks to him, I know more about historic preservation than I thought possible. Take me into the woods to evaluate some historic ruins - go ahead, I'm up for it.



The last time I'll probably ever set foot on the Lakeshore Campus of Loyola University Chicago. (I'll have to at least go to the Watertower Campus to return a library book.) I love what the graduation cap did to my hair.

What are the odds?

What are the odds that the University of Illinois would not receive my transcripts from Messiah and that I would not receive their notification that they did not receive my transcripts? Apparently good enough that it actually happened. I am very disappointed - I think that is actually an understatement. I was so sure I would get in (getting one Master's Degree and having 2 professors tell you that they are sorry to see you leaving the field has a tendency to make you sure about your academic ability), and now I really don't know what to do. Yes, there is the possibility of an appeal, as in, they may consider considering my appeal. I have no idea how long that will take. By now, I'm sure some of you are thinking, "No big deal, there's always next semester." Unfortunately, that's not how this works. I'll have to wait until Summer 2008 to get in because you can only enter this program once a year. By that time, many things will have changed, and I'm not sure the job I was hoping to get will be an option, since I won't be almost done. The joy of graduating has definitely been tempered. But I'll post some pictures anyway.

Graduation

Well, I graduate tomorrow. It will be the last time I see some people from my classes, possibly forever. Sad but true. But at least I get to wear a nifty gown with long, pointy sleeves. Hopefully we'll remember the camera and will have some great pictures. :)

I'm pretty sure Scott Blasey went to the post office for me

You can compare the writing on the envelope and the autographed CD and let me know what you think.



Personally, I am imagining Scott himself writing out our address, sticking the stamps.com stamp on it and walking it to the mailbox. It's possible that someone else dropped it in the box, but there's no denying the fact that Scott Blasey, lead singer of one of the best bands in the universe, signed a CD jacket for me and then proceeded to put it in an envelope, address it, put a stamp on it, and continue with his famous life. That's the beauty of liking a band that isn't as big as say, Justin Timberlake. I bet Scott Blasey is way nicer than Justin Timberlake.

What to do, what to do

What do you do when all of your classes are over and you are about to start working only 3 days a week? Go to a party until 1:30am (ok, that's a novelty item that will probably not happen again for another year - I have determined that I like sleep too much, even though I used to be a night owl), read a bunch of children's books, and attempt to clean the apartment. I know, it's boring in comparison to spending every waking moment reading or writing, but, as Andy says, I'm decompressing. Not sure what I'll do without the stress. So far, it's ok because I have to catch up on some work-related reading (which is why I just read The Clue of the Linoleum Lederhosen this morning). What's next, you ask? Well, I have a 3 month backlog of Martha Stewart Living and a few random issues of Real Simple I never got around to reading before I canceled my subscription a year ago. In other words, I'm doing all those little things that normal people do more than once a year. I'm not sure I'm an adult yet, but I guess I'm getting closer. Now I'm just waiting for the fat envelope from U of I. What's the deal yo?

Stealth Blogger

A stealth blogger has posted for me (ok, it's just Andy) on the day that I finally had a chance to sit down and post for myself. Yes, indeed, I will graduate in one week. I have worked harder in this last semester than the previous 3 combined. Ok, probably not, but this semester was very hard. I had to take 2 (one half, one whole) days off from work to get it all done. In the end, my wonderful friends at work gave me a very generous graduation present as well as balloons, cake, and a mini party (it was really just the beginning of our staff meeting, but still very nice). Next stop, DSW and the Gap!

Just In Case

Janet may never get around to it, so I'll post here that she finished school and has nothing left to do but show up next Thursday and pick up her diploma. I'm proud of her.