Mom and dad graduated first. They then decided a small ceremony should be held for me hanging in there when they had to leave me for the library, classes, or clinic, or when I had to eat a late dinner because they were busy, or when I had to listen to mom and Auntie Meg discussing neruo crap, voice disorders, and master's projects - gross!So I proudly accepted my boxer-sized hat and diploma and we are all ready to tackle the great big world!
