My mother is graduating this weekend.
Fresh out of high school, she had a full ride into VCU, pre-med. She was going to be a surgeon.
Once, at about age 8, she apparently opened up a live frog in her yard, to "see how everything worked." (Not so humane, but very medically oriented, yes?) She stitched him back up and he hopped away.
I'm not kidding, he really did.
At least that's how the story goes.
And he probably hopped off to go someplace and breathe his last froggy breath, but who knows? He may have lived a long and happy (in frog-years) life and his descendants may still live on Clay Street.
At the last minute, she decided instead to go be a missionary (she was a Jehovah's Witness at the time, so it was actually called "pioneering".)
A few months later, she was introduced to her roomate's big brother, and less than a year after that, she became Mrs. Brown.
So medical school didn't work out. But it all came together in the end, I say. But, obviously, I'm biased because had she not blown off school, I wouldn't be typing this blog right now, at least not with these fingers (a.k.a. in this body, with these parents, with these particular chilly toes, but now we're getting into deeper stuff so let's come back up to the surface and-)
Fast forward a couple of decades, and she's back in school, this time not for the medicinal type stuff (although she does work for/go to school at a college that houses quite a nice medical school)-
And she graduates this weekend.
(again, Yay Mom! Congrats!)
So, long long story still pretty long, I'm headed down to Richmond tomorrow morning.
For the past few weeks I'd thought her ceremony would be in the evening. I found out an hour or two ago that, no, it's actually at 10:00am.
So, since we're also confirmed to go see Tara sing tonight here in Hazleton (she's a musician and headed out to LA in the spring, small world), we'll be doing that, getting roughly 4.3 hours of sleep, and loading up the car at 3:00am in order to make the 10:00 ceremony.
Have a great evening. I'll be google mapping it up. (I just don't trust my GPS these days. I think she may have schizophrenia)
The mind WILL be free, or it will be dead.
ps: My dress came yesterday. More on that later, maybe....