Mum's the Word and Graduation at the 'Dale

There comes to be a point where one realizes “There is nothing left to say!” I readily admit that this does not often happen to me, so it’s quite mind-numbing when it actually occurs. The lack of subject material is not because nothing is going on, au contraire, much is happening; however, when everyone one might wish to talk about or subtly (blatantly) poke fun of on one’s blog KNOWS about one’s blog one’s choices come to be severely limited. I am talking hypothetically, of course. Too bad for all of you that all the interesting bits of my life have to be left out. Now all you have to do is sit and wonder “Am I one of the people that she would be talking about if I didn’t know where her blog was?” This sort of pondering is wonderfully aggravating to the ponderer. Keep it up – tormenting is such fun and invigorating work! And don’t worry – I probably would have left out your name.

Graduation at Hillsdale this year was quite up to snuff. Many illustrious alumni returned for the ceremony (i.e. me) and Kenneth Starr ended up being one of the best speakers at a Hillsdale function yet. He did not ramble and his choice of speech was actually on-topic. The dreaded long-winded speech where everyone starts to stare up into the rafters of the Sports Complex thinking about how the people in the bleachers across the room can probably stare up your skirt, and contemplating “How long can I keep up this relatively good posture on hard, backless seats?”, whilst combing the crowd for all the (2 or 3) guys you thought were just fantastic while you were at college to see if they’re in attendance (not that I would do such a thing!) did not happen. This instead happened during the handing out of diplomas. Although there was quite the exciting moment when some graduate picked up Dr. Arnn. It was pretty funny.

Only one more year and then there will be no one left at Hillsdale that I know. Kind of scary. I'm getting old. Does that mean I have to act mature?