Graduation: Such a Personalized Experience

a deeply personalized experience, as you can see

I made it through Round One of my commencement ceremonies. I'd have to look at the program to tell you who it was who spoke, and I haven't a clue as to what he said. and I'm primarily auditory. The visual and tactile/kinesthetic processors  presumably remember even less. An open bottle was being passed up and down my row. I declined because my parents would have been mortified if i'd stumbled around through the recessional.

The recent mayhem in Isla Vista seemed to have cast a pall over what should have been a more joyous occasion. At least one who should have been among us was not there because of the incident.

I knew there was money involved in graduation with a perfect GPA,  finishing high in classes, and completing a rigorous curriculum, but I didn't realize just how much. I cannot be specific here, but the computer found me to be among the  very top graduates (not number one,  but not far  off) and I was rewarded generously with grants. Since the money is not needed to pay for med school, I'll use it eventually either to help start a practice or to help with the down payment on my first home. It's nice to know that the OCD/craziness/mania or whatever one might call it eventually paid off in a literal sense.

Tomorrow's graduation is expected to be less lucrative but less painful.