Sunday, May 22, 2011
He called me Ellen.
You may remember that I finally finished my masters this past December.
I went back and forth on whether I wanted to participate in graduation or not, I decided to do the masters hooding ceremony.
I wanted to feel the excitement and pride of finally finishing.
My stomach fluttered as I slipped on my gown. It felt real, it felt good.
Then I rushed to check in then lined up and waited.
We stood in line for an hour and a half, and you know I was in four inch heels.
Eventually we filed onto the stage and I proceeded to wait for an hour while speeches were made and names were called.
Then it was my turn I stood tall, all the work coming down to a moment, to this moment. The Dean called my name...and he called me Ellen.
So not worth it. An hour and a half of driving each way, two and a half hours of waiting in four inch heels, and he called me Ellen.
I was pissed.
The man next to me was playing video games on his phone.
Our moment of glory.
Our hour and a half drive home took three hours.
I hope my family really enjoyed it. Maybe someday I will look back on this moment and be thankful I participated but I will probably still be pissed that he called me Ellen.
Posted by Elena (Running in Heels After Child)