Graduation Festivities
Last Friday I finished my public health final around 3:30 pm and drove off toward Portland. My mom was graduating with a MA in Teaching from Portland State University.
I felt like riding public transportation to PSU. I am a bit nostalgic about such transportation because I worked at Oregon Health and Sciences University two years ago, and rode the bus almost every day to work. The youth identity-creation aspect of some bus occupants is of people-observation interest and, furthermore, it may have been hard to find parking near the graduation place.
So, I parked at the Barbur transit center and caught a bus to PSU. I tend to have an olfactory memory that associates various aspects of my history with certain smells. Anyway, I was riding along in the bus and somehow the bus smell aroused memories of reading "Crime and Punishment" (by Fyodor Dostoevsky) in the bus two years ago. Funny how things like that work.
I joined my grandparents (maternal - from Nevada City, CA) and father on the bleachers in the nick of time, and watched my mother graduate.
Saturday was a time of pleasant busy-ness. Breakfast and visiting with the grandparents, wandering around Coastal Farm and Home, attending the Graduation Open House for BJS of "by-log" fame, singing with CS down at L & R N's, and eating supper with the grandparents.
Worthless factoid of the weekend: I did not eat at home for 48 hours.
I felt like riding public transportation to PSU. I am a bit nostalgic about such transportation because I worked at Oregon Health and Sciences University two years ago, and rode the bus almost every day to work. The youth identity-creation aspect of some bus occupants is of people-observation interest and, furthermore, it may have been hard to find parking near the graduation place.
So, I parked at the Barbur transit center and caught a bus to PSU. I tend to have an olfactory memory that associates various aspects of my history with certain smells. Anyway, I was riding along in the bus and somehow the bus smell aroused memories of reading "Crime and Punishment" (by Fyodor Dostoevsky) in the bus two years ago. Funny how things like that work.
I joined my grandparents (maternal - from Nevada City, CA) and father on the bleachers in the nick of time, and watched my mother graduate.
Saturday was a time of pleasant busy-ness. Breakfast and visiting with the grandparents, wandering around Coastal Farm and Home, attending the Graduation Open House for BJS of "by-log" fame, singing with CS down at L & R N's, and eating supper with the grandparents.
Worthless factoid of the weekend: I did not eat at home for 48 hours.
posted by Claire at 16:35
2 Comments:
I can't believe you mentioned us singing. It was pathetic....but a joyfull noise to the Lord I guess. CS
Aw, c'mon, CS. :) We weren't recording for a CD or anything, and it was fun. Next time will go better, though.
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