My father the Graduate

This past Saturday my father graduated. I forgot that the week before my mother mentioned it, but honestly, she called me on my way to the Summer Camp so it was a given that I would forget it. Saturday morning the call me to tell me the time and place and it turns out I had a meeting one hour before the graduation. I admit, I actually considered not going and am so grateful I did go.

We arrive about 20 minutes late and it seemed we were the only ones in jeans! Somehow it didn't cross our minds that people dress a bit nicer for graduations. Maybe it was the fact that we went to see the Bodies Exhibition earlier that day. As the graduation continued I saw several guests in jeans also and was relieved. And that's when I saw it... the man who I think won the worst dressed, and no, he was not wearing jeans. Instead he wore a white suit and a red shirt. A very white suit and a very red shirt. It sort of reminded me of Miami Vice.


Back to the important things. My father was Magna Cum Laude, the Salutatorian and got the President's award. Needless to say I cried. It was so emotional to see my father graduate at 56. Not that he's old, but the fact that after 3 tries he found something that he was passionate about and finished in such and impressive way. And being old enough to understand this achievement is the icing on the cake. I was the first one in my family to graduate, but now my brother's and father also have a degree. I am so proud of my father. Oh, and the youngest of my brothers also graduated with him. Congrats to both of them. And now, some pics with the graduates.