My first born had her day on the stage this morning, in Montreal. She was very excited that it was all over, after four years of good study, including a year in England. We had been through this a year ago, when my wife's first born graduated in New York. Then, it was a sweltering day and we melted and sweated and were desperate for water, but plenty was on tap. This time, it was cool, and truly spring-like, as in England: the sun knew it was due to be out and about, but was not ready to come to work today. We had a good showing of all the extended family: the parental units, and the grandparents from Nassau; Jamaican and English grandparents were not well enough to travel--a great shame.
But, we tried to make it one of those days to remember. We found each other before the ceremonies and took some pictures, with little sister getting her first chance to wear the mortar board. Then we sat down and settled in for the presentations. All went well, and we got a good chance to see the celebrant as she got her degree. She was a bit miffed because of another McGill-style administrative snafu, that meant that her 'great' distinction got down graded to 'distinction' moments before she went on stage. But, she did not really care as she knew that really she had excelled and it was all she needed to know: lots of As and A-minuses.
The graduate's little sister surely has her work cut out to match her older siblings. I hope she can stay the course as well as they did.
We then went for a very leisurely French lunch, which filled us, and now we are just ready for rest. A long day, but worth every moment.
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