A soaking wet graduation

It was a beautiful day, well at least it started off that way.
By 11am the graduand was set and ready to go, he looked grand and spiffy as always :-). He had to be at the graduation hall early we waved him off.

Mom, Mich and I had a little more time so we got ready at our own pace.

I pulled out my little number (dress) that I had planned (for seasons) to wear for the big occasion. I had already imagined how I would look in it. It was a perfect dress to celebrate spring/summer. Some where a long the way plans changed and I ended up wearing a gomesi (traditional dress) - the very first in my life and that is not counting the little ones we used for folk songs back in primary school.

I was a little apprehensive at first but after a while I got comfortable and managed to pull it off.
I had lots of admirers I tell you, thanks to mom.

The clouds got really dark and heavy as the day progressed so we carried umbrellas but kept our fingers crossed - hoping that the "rain rain would go away and come back another day".
The ceremony was in the Franklin stadium- an open enormous field, with no shade, you get the picture?(a sure way to get drenched) well, for those of you who don't get it - here
















The graduands walked on to the field and oh my!- it was a wonderful moment. The feeling of 'wow! it's finally over, the hard, hard work has paid off'. Well not that we are making big bucks yet but we can officially start making the money to pay off school loans, rent, electricity, school tuition for Mich and maybe me, and so on and so forth. Isn't it interesting the things we live for?! - go to school, study hard, get a job and start paying for things. Aha!



















Mom screamed and shouted her heart out when she saw her 'baby'. It was a very special moment for us. Not many people get to see their children graduate from a masters programme in an internationally recognised institution like Wharton. But I'm thinking maybe there should be certificates for spouses and partners because ...
Anyway, as soon as the ceremony commenced it started to rain and rain it did for the rest of the day.
We managed to get some shed but the most graduands got soaked to the bone. Some to the extent that you could hear squish squash as they walked because their shoes were water logged.
Sam took an umbrella so he was fine.
In Uganda I imagine the ceremony would have stopped until the rain subsided but here that is not an option. The graduands walked up in the rain as their names were read and the professors got soaked as they waited to shake each hand. Poor fellows, first they spend their days and nights lecturing and because they were so good at what they do they are chosen to stand in the rain to congratulate their students (an interesting way to get appreciated).