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I done and Gradjamacated!


This June, I graduated with my bachelors degree in Spanish and a minor in Humanities. Sporting my red cap and gown at 7 months pregnant, I resembled a walking tent.




The commencement ceremony was  held at the Western Oregon University stadium. Outdoor events held on this side of the mountains are usually in danger of becoming soggy, however, this year was a scorcher. If I am ever to graduate again, I hope to remember  to bring the following: a fan, ice water, extra bobby pins, snacks, sun glasses, earplugs (protection from boring speeches) and binoculars to locate family and friends. 

As we sat, our gowns growing damp with sweat, we tuned out the speakers, that nobody knew or had seen before. They went on and on about themselves and their accomplishments  I quickly made friends with the people around me. The girl next to me had turned in her paperwork late and they weren't able to give her the cord for being a cum laude. I had two cords for my GPA and so I gave her one of mine. She was so happy.-Best part of graduation! 

Anywho, my grandparents, parents, siblings and Robin all came to cheer on the prego tent. Afterwards, the boys were grouchy and hungry, Grandma was in desperate need to use a bathroom and Mom wanted a beer. We went to Safeway, where our hungry eyes bought way too many groceries... and beer. The evening was beautifully spent in the backyard with our feet in the kiddy pool, burgers in our tummies and the company of more family and friends. Graduation, all in all, wasn't too shabby. :)






















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  1. Love it Rach!!!!!! That was a wonderful day!! And it was wonderful watching you!!! Love you girl!!!!

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