So it takes longer than a weekend to obtain a Master’s degree (for me, it took two years). But this weekend was the one where I officially got to call myself a Master of something, because this was the weekend I graduated. Of course, the internet is for bragging, so here I am, sharing it with you all. (And yes, the title is a Taylor Swift reference, but I will say I did not come up with it; I saw it on a fellow grad’s cap and thought it was brilliant.)
Friday of Saying “Congrats Grads!”
One of the best things about this weekend was that the in-laws came to town to celebrate with me. While it was something I’ve really wanted and worked hard on these past two years, I was trying not to make a commotion out of the event. Plus, I’ve had senioritis for the last month, so it felt like I finished a month ago and I’m just dragging my feet at the finish line now.
Anyway, I say that because the day started with picking up my in-laws from the hotel. I brought them to the apartment to spend the day together and get ready in a more comfortable place than a hotel. Other than spending time together, the best part of this is that my fiancee’s grandmother cooks some of the best Haitian food I have ever had, and that is what we ate all weekend.
After spending the day together, I graduated in the evening. And just like that, it was over. I’m a Master of Fine Arts now. We went back to the apartment, had dinner, and watched A Man Called Otto. Not the movie to end the night on, by the way. My fiancé saw that it was listed under the comedy category, and after watching it, I would say that it is more of a dramatic comedy than straight-up comedy.
Sandwich Saturday
We’re going to call it that, because whenever my mother-in-law comes to town, I always make sure to have Vietnamese sandwiches for her to take. It is something she looks forward to, so I will go ahead and do this sandwich-style too with this start being the positive.
The negative would be that my apartment complex can’t seem to figure out its fire alarm system, and that is how I woke up on this day. The fire alarm made me jolt out of bed at seven in the morning, and then I was downstairs. The firemen who came said we were safe to go inside within an hour, but I was already wide awake. Some people must have stayed out longer, because my apartment complex didn’t announce that it was a false alarm until two hours after that. This day probably traumatized Damian, my dog, because the fire alarm went off a few more times throughout the day. Also false alarms, which added to my annoyance.
The positive would be that I was up bright and early to get my lovely in-laws, and we had breakfast together and got to hang out at the apartment. Of course, that involves more of just enjoying each other’s company. We got to catch up on life, relax together, and enjoy good food.
A negative would be that I ended up with a super painful headache. Like, let me sit in a dark room and cry kind of headache. It might have been dehydration, or the fact that my sister brought her dog that I’m allergic to, but I was not happy in that moment. It made me cry more thinking that I was wasting precious time hiding from everyone because I was in pain. I ended up laying in a closet for a little bit to hide my embarrassment too.
The last positive I will give about this day is that my fiancé’s grandmother reminds me a lot of my grandmother. When I came out of the closet, she tried to tell me that I had a headache because I was hungry. I laughed and acquiesced, saying that maybe she was right. It was something my grandma would say to me to get me to eat her cooking. We finished the night by watching The Judge, which was about as happy as A Man Called Otto.
Sunday Showers
Maybe it was the migraine or the fact that all the excitement of the weekend tired me out, but I was too tired to wake up and see my in-laws off at the airport. I felt bad, but it was probably good that their son was able to see them off anyway. I made sure to hug them goodbye before I crawled back into bed.
I got to sleep in, but not too long, because we were planning on going to a baby shower. It was for my fiancé’s coworker, and it was a fine time. I was able to guess the size of her belly with a ribbon string and I won a candle. When it turned out that both my fiancé and I were the closest when it came to guessing, he tried to make it a thing and say that maybe it was a sign that we were perfect for each other.
After, we got to relax in our apartment. I did some reading, Asanti played some video games, and now we’re here. We’re entering my first week after graduation. I don’t know what I imagine for it, but I hope it continues to get better and better everyday. (I’m going to insert a throwback photo that you might recognize if you’ve been following me for a while, because I think this same moment could be inserted here. If it’s new to you, welcome.)
What is your favorite college memory? Do you have any tips for adjusting to life after graduation? Is it normal for me to just want to spend time resting up, but also feeling like I have something to do because of some school due date? Let me know in the comments down below!
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Love Always,
Kristi My
Kristi My Dao 