
I wore green striped tights with the black Bachelor's robe; with those and my long red hair, I'm sure I was quite a sight. My tassel is white; I'm an English major-- Creative Writing emphasis-- and a theatre minor. The ceremony itself was amusing; I sat next to a fellow English major and we made cryptic comments the entire time. Apparantly her parents and my grandparents have been friends since their high school days, but we didn't discover that until that morning. I played with play-doh that I had hidden under my robe, and after the extremely well-organized ritual, all hell broke loose.
I decided, instead of moving around, trying to find a group of also-moving-around family who were trying to find me, I would find our non-moving car and wait there instead. Because our car is bright green (think Kermit, only florescent) I knew I could find it. I even had a vague idea of where it was parked. I climbed onto the hood, crossed my legs, and watched other people try to find their cars by activating their car alarms and then following the sound. Different people tried something else: unlock and lock your car repeatedly; as it makes a honking noise every time, follow that sound instead. Some people just had a junky car that was easy to spot or told me that they should have walked instead.
Others parked way in the back of the parking lot and walked the mile to get to it. As they walked past me, they commented that my stockings matched my car.
Yes. Yes, they do.