"Congratulations! How does it feel....?"

One week has passed since I officially graduated, and the one thing I hear the most is "Congratulations!" Sometimes they refer to the graduation, sometimes I think people expect me to realize what they're talking about. I love the affirmation, I really do... but I've spent a large portion of this week rather non-coherent. First, from lack of sleep and figuring out what to do, and then from a rather nasty cold-type ickiness my classmates so graciously shared.

Thus comes the next part of the question - following the congratulations, the question often follows, "it must feel great to have graduated?" or something along those lines. And yes, it does! But I guess I always assumed I'd graduate, and I haven't had much time to think about it. Even now, my head is in a sinus-pressure cloud, so I'm sure it feels great somewhere outside that cloud, but right now, I'd much rather sleep and get to point where singing at church doesn't knock the wind out of me.


Perhaps this is a little puddleglum-ish (that's for Narnia fans and Mamma), so I'd like to point out that this has been a rather wonderfully busy week too.

1) My dad is officially my hero for making sure that I have health insurance. Apparently most men don't take care of insurance for themselves... Go daddy.

2) I had the great chance to go on a downtown scavenger hunt with 4th graders - running around my home city (I love being downtown, period.) with 6 sweet girls was so incredible. Perhaps my favorite part was towards the end of the day when we were all sweaty, some rather wet from playing in the fountain, and another group of kids walked by dressed to the hilt. The adults were definitely looking down their noses at us, and the children were reciting their lines about not leaning on the railing. I couldn't have been more satisfied at that point to be with my wet, happy kids leaning as far as they could out over the water, just experiencing life.

3) I changed my own turn signal light bulb! Daddy suggested I come up there and have him help me, but I told him I'd just come if I had trouble. It's done. :)

4) My little brother "is a rock star" according to Phoebe Cheng. I couldn't agree more. We watched his final end of the year show with Counterpoints, and it was spectacular. Today he's soloing on the double bass with the New World Youth Orchestra. AND he's somehow figured out how to live well with our parents, much better than any of the rest of us did. So not more than a rockstar, I actually respect the kid. Way to go dwp.