Saturday, June 10, 2006

We wear what we want....because we're Masters

I graduated today.

Officially, I am a master. Ridiculous, I know. And because of the steady stream of exhibitions, gatherings, departmental functions, university ceremonies, I'm quite content at this point to know that all of the hubbub is over and I can begin the life that lies beyond graduate school.

Today's ceremony, specific to the School of Art at the University of Washington, was similar to most other college graduation ceremonies I have been to; a handful of speeches from distinguished folks, a longwinded speech from our not-so-charismatic director, a long list of names being read, etc. I wore no cap and gown. None of us grads did. Clearly, the sentiment of my peers and I was that we did not have to wear such a charming set of duds more than once in our life. Once as undergrads was enough. And since this was a departmental ceremony and not for the larger university, the pressure to be seen in proper academic garb was less.

As I left my apartment and walked to the event, I was reminded of the popular quest to customize your cap and gown for the sake of such a special day. Heaven forbid mom and dad (and the rest of the world) not know exactly which one you are in the crowd of black tassled squares. As an undergraduate I opted for tasteful tone on tone ornamentation on my thirty dollar rig, completely trimming the set in one inch black sequined tape. Oh...and I also made the gown a bit slimmer and shorter. But for an update in my degree, I considered an update in wardrobe. I pondered making use of this red cocoon I had crafted in winter. It had all the makings of academic gear (floppy and cumbersome velvet, satin detailing, guaranteed warmth, potential to initiate tripping, etc) perhaps with an even more unreasonable and impractical design. I would had worn it if I could have guaranteed my instructors would have been willing to put my degree in my mouth as I crossed the stage, given the piece is without arm holes.

In hindsight, I realize this all paled in comparison to the giant inflatable pink flamingo that I encountered atop the mortarboard of an otherwise modest looking undergraduate woman on her way to Husky Stadium.


Anonymous Mr. C said...

One Cepress leaves the blogosphere, and another enters. How long before Dad has a blog, too? ;-)

10:17 AM  
Blogger WIP said...

Congradulations on Graduating!, Your clothing is beautiful and amazing.

I look forward to seeing what is to come of you next, I'm sure your talent will not be wasted.

2:50 PM  
Blogger Mind and Jode said...

I would have given a kidney to see you cross the stage in the cacoon and having Lou and Lane put your diploma in your mouth. I think I would have giggled... out loud. This is why I love you so much.

6:33 PM  
Blogger thordangerthor said...

OMG you've graduated, lived in Seattle for two f*cking years & I have been in Chicago for the same. Life is SOOOO weird.

8:59 PM  
Anonymous Leah said...

Congrats my lil mikey. i'm so very proud of you. your reward???? coming out to see me. and just for the record, i would most definitely read a blog written by jumbo. love you!!

2:59 AM  
Blogger Erk said...

I'm absolutely touched that you tailored your undergraduate gown.

8:50 PM  
Anonymous ms. layne said...


i would happily have tucked your diploma into the orofice mentioned at the graduation ceremony...

and another benefit of the red velvet cocoon; you wouldn't have had to shake the hand of oz.

7:05 AM  

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