Commencement

After a long, rainy night (one of the first thunderstorms in Cambridge that I can recall, complete with dramatic flashes of lightning), I am required to rise early and don my non-colorfast regalia with its mysterious sigils and (finally) appropriately colored hood.

Raffi was correct to point out the deficiencies of yesterday's lunch. The tart he mentioned I avoided entirely due to the thin layer of chocolate surreptitiously placed between the custard and the fruit. Unfortunately, I have a migraine anyway. Perhaps I shall faint dramatically while crossing the stage to collect my diploma. I would probably be remembered more for that than for anything else I've done around here.