The Graduate

16 July 2013.

My baby girl got her degree. In fact a degree with honours.....which now makes Bethany the only one at the dinner table without a degree as Gabi now reminds her on a regular basis.

Degree shows that a student has the discipline to study. The vice chancellor and the Chancellor, the one and only Patrick Stewart who sadly couldn't be there reminded us the Huddersfield students had an excellent employment take up rate. It would have been nice for him to say "graduation........MAKE IT SO NUMBER ONE"

Graduation day itself is a kind of natural selection for able students. Watching them, especially the bespectacled lads who have studied hard for three years but fail on their big day as they forget to loop their graduation gear correctly, waiting for gravity to take effect at the rear and the shift take their robe up to their throat at speed.

As we queued up for the graduation we chatted to a nice lady and as the conversation developed she commented on how her daughter had just come back from holiday, as had ours...oh Kavos.....turned out we were speaking to Rosie's mum who had shared a holiday and a week of unrepeatable experiences most of which seemed to involve alcohol...

It was nice for Bethany to see her sister graduate and hopefully something for her to aspire to.

All that and Bethany got us kicked out of the Bar Maroc where we went for a crepe.......and she got us kicked out for being under age.......troublemaker.

.....another thing to tease her with for the test of her days......what was that film called with the bloke called Dorian Gray who had a portrait in the attic.......

 

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