Last week, my family came to town to see me FINALLY graduate from college. After five years and FOUR different schools, I finally did it! On Sunday the 15th, I worked my last hours at my job in the Art History department, setting up and decorating for our department graduation reception. It was a bitter sweet ending to my time at Pratt and the office. I was able to introduce my family to all of my professors and have a nice sense of closure. I’m really going to miss it. Here are some of my decorations:
The paper flowers and balloon garland are from Pearl River in New York City. I made the triangle garland out of interoffice memo envelopes. I also did the flower arrangements!
The 16th was the graduation itself. The usual Radio City location was booked, so some
idiot genius decided it would be a good idea to have the graduation at Pier 94. This person should be fired. For those who aren’t familiar, Pier 94 is a giant warehouse on the very west side of Manhattan on 12th avenue. For those who don’t know Manhattan, that is the middle of NOWHERE. After walking five blocks in torrential rain from the subway to the location, students were forced to stand like cattle for two hours in the back of the freezing industrial space. Afterwards, we were herded outside into the rain and then back in to sit on some wretched folding chairs facing a makeshift stage. Our parents were even worse off. They sat on either side of the graduates, their fields of vision blocked by giant jumotrons that they had to watch the entire ceremony on.
After enduring what seemed like an eternity of boring speakers and name listing, I finally got my diploma and hightailed it out of there. Afterwards, my family, my sister’s friend Cara, Daniel, and I got lunch at a cute Italian restaurant on the Upper West Side. I’m just happy that it’s over and I can finally sit back and relax. For about a minute. Grad school starts in the fall!