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Actually, Ria asked me this question in the back of a taxi in Boston last year - I don't think she expected it to be quite such a stumper.
But....I think, in a funny sort of way, it was graduating. Now, to expalin a little. At my polytechnical college, graduating was a process distinct from actually finishing the course. You could graduate any time after finishing your exams, during which interval you were a graduand.
Anyway, graduating was one of those things that I never really got around to, since I tended to see the whole thing as fundamentally a huge pile of shit. But, eventually, my beloved sister and I were herded into doing the furry gown and Latin bit, and half an hour or so later were all graduated up.
All pretty non...except that a month later my mother's long-term partner died, and that became the last time I saw her. And she was enormously, massively proud of me and my sister, and happy, and it was just a big and reasonably happy family event. Which, given my family, is actually quite an achievement, now that I think about it. |
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