It Is Finished!

I think the title for today's post is rather appropiate because like Jesus Christ's mission on earth 2000 years ago, I have complted my mission, which was college (the title refers to the last words that Jesus Christ said on the cross right before He died). On Sunday, May 6, 2007, I marched my way to freedom, I mean, a Bachelors of Arts in History and Spanish Studies. Surprisingly, although it was somewhat windy, it was still a sunny day. My family was there:



From left to right is my mother, father, and grandmother, came all the way from New York CIty to see me graduate. Yes, I had a small entourage. Trust me when I say, though, that if this graduation was closer to NYC, there might have been 20 or more people there. That's why I love my family, because it is so BIG.

I got lots of presents too:



In the middle is a frame for my my degree. I'll still be in the area when the school is ready to give them out so I'm just waiting for them to get their act together. I remember a conversation on the phone with my mom a month ago about how I could no afford a frame for my diploma (they were like $100 each!). She surprised me with it last week. The iPod in the right corner is to replace the one that got stolen last July (long story, I won't get into it here). I also got a souveneir Graduation pillow in the left corner, and some Teavana tea because my mom loves tea and wants me to feel as strongly about it as she does.

I even took some pictures with some very important professors of mine:





The first pic is of my spanish teacher, Dr. Pedro Navia. El es Chileno y su esposa es brasilera. (That means, "He is Chilean and his wife is Brazilian). I like him because he's laid back and funny. For example, whenever we speak Spanish (which is all the time) I can use "Tu" (informal "you") instead of "Usted" (formal "you") and he, his wife, and his children (he has a son and a daughter) are completely multilingual (Spanish, English, Poutuguese). I aspire to have a family that is as proficient in modern languages as his one day.

The second picture is of one of my favorite teachers in the world. His name is Dr. Lael Ceasar and he is Guyaneese. Outside of our common heritage, what I love about him the most is that he is also multilingual, incredibly intelligent, and fun to be around. In the past 5 years I have been fortunate to take some classes from this man. I think he is cool because he reminds me of Master Splinter, or some other type of Martial Arts trainer that is unbeatable by even the best students in the world. And even though he is a Religion professor (not my department), I still visit him from time to time just to chat about life and my future plans.

As you can see this past weekend has tired us out:



Thursday Teaser

Tomorrow we shall return to regular knitting content. For now I leave you with these two pictures to look at: