Hmm, let's try another tact.
I went to post-structuralism sleep-away camp and all I got was this lousy regalia.
Sweet. I love regalia. And what's better than medieval robes?
Tomorrow, I shall march about in medieval robes, being careful to flaunt my extra-long, flappy arms. I will do my best to appear sage for the cameras.
Just know that my interior monologue as I sedately flap my masterful way up to the podium to get my fake diploma will include both "look at me, Ma" and "Woo-hoooo! Best Joey Ramone Day celebration ever!" I may also include a heart-felt "wlonk!" but that'll have to depend on the moment.
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Congratulations! No more papers... for now.
Congratulations, Heo!
Wow! Congrats Heo!!!
Congratulations!
Someone figured out (during my grad years) that getting a masters entitled one to the courtesy title of "sir," something we women made much fun of.
So, let me be the first (and probably only) to say, congratulations, Sir Heo Cwaeth!
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