Pomp and Convocation

Today’s the first of several convocations at our U. We’re graduating over 2000 students this go-round. Good for them!

I have to confess, I really don’t like academic convocations. Not any of the ones I’ve attended in my capacity as student or professor. I have a longstanding loathing of convocations dating back to my childhood when they seemed to fall, with uncanny coordination, upon my birthday weekend. Which meant, of course, that I hardly saw my father at all. Yes, I can hold a grudge. And I am so not an extrovert that these events always leave me longing for a few weeks in a cave (as long as it came with WiFi).

A shallow part of me wonders if my attitude towards attending convocation might change if I actually had my doctoral robe from modestly colourful Grad University instead of just my pathetic hood to go over a generic black gown. Probably not.

5 Responses to “Pomp and Convocation”

  1. Anastasia Says:

    oooh i love them. and i can’t wait for my super colorful robe and my tam.

  2. ancarett Says:

    You see, maybe if I had my robe as well as my hood, I might feel different. Perhaps I will save up and buy myself the full regalia in time for next year’s convocation.

  3. Dad Says:

    I do remember the ONE you did enjoy and that was when your mother received her MS. You and your sister hung over the balcony and as mother walked onto the stage there was a set of clear voices heard throughout that 5400 seat auditorium saying - THAT’S MY MOM”!

  4. ancarett Says:

    Dad! You’re embarrassing me in front of my friends!


  5. Nettie Says:

    I’ve got this great scarlet wool bathrobe with facings that have faded to a sort of lilac … and this cool Thomas More looking cap. The best thing about it is that I can depreciate it on my taxes.

    So don’t think of it as an indulgence — think of it as a tax avoidance scheme!