Doctor

And, just like that, it's over.
Mr Renn is now Doctor Renn.



It was a long evening (looooong evening), but the boys were troopers.  The Captain took many trips into the hall with my parents, and Sir O drove his truck on every conceivable surface.






Despite some really whiny student speakers, it was still a ceremonious evening with some emotional moments.   At one point while we were seated in the balcony (we later migrated to the unclaimed box seats) my mom noticed that almost a1/3 of the graduates had their phones out and were texting or otherwise checked out.  I don't know whether that's funny or sad.  And the venue, the Academy of Music, was gorgeous.  It's the oldest continuously running theater in the country.  I couldn't help wishing I was watching an opera from those box seats instead of a graduation.

Mr Renn got to drive in to the city with his carpool for the last time for their early roll-call.  He said it was a fairly emotional experience for him to drive with these guys for the last time.  They have spend a lot of time together, and seen an impressive amount of traffic and crazy driving.



Temple allows students to bring their children with them when they cross the stage to be awarded their diplomas.  It's a nice gesture, and I appreciated it.  However, we became the perfect example of why they might want to change their policy (skip to about 1:20 for Sir O's antics)



And so we have officially been excused from student life.  It's funny how there's melancholy in parting with even unpleasant parts of it once they've become so familiar.  But lest our evening be too sentimental, Sir O disappeared for 15 minutes during the post-ceremony reception and was finally found trying to exit the building on the ground floor.  Gray hair, here I come.