Well it's all over but the crying... Just kidding I did very well on my last exam. Final grades won't be posted for a while but I think I did well. It's so weird knowing I have no more work to do. I am (for all intents and purposes) a college graduate. Zahir's father has already had the, "What are you thinking of for your postgraduate studies" talk.
I think I just want to be a houseboy and intern for a little while. Simply put, I want to be Zahir's boy for a while. I hope that doesn't disappoint Baba. In the meantime I have RSVP'd for graduation in December at the "beer hall."
I should have known one of Baba's friends teaches for USF. He picked up and shipped my regalia (a cap & gown) to Baba last semester. Baba and Mama surprised me with it after supper tonight. The "honors" accoutrements (sash and medallion) will be collected as soon as final grades are posted. Yes, I am a member of a Honor Society (surprise UBER NERD). Baba said as a joke I should apply for a foreign student sash. That sash is for foreign students studying IN Tampa not American students who study abroad.
Zahir is off, courting future clients. The past couple days I have been with his parents. Our boss wants "US" in his office Sunday morning. To discuss the engineering certification process (It is not school but feels like it).
Wedding plans are continuing. In December I will be a graduate and a Disney Princess!!! The actual site is a closely guarded secret but Mohsen and Stacy say it is perfect. I will be staying with my Grandparents for the signing of the marriage contract before the civil ceremony.
Congrats on finishing your studies! I'm sure your results will be great.
ReplyDeleteTake your time before starting postgraduate studies. You deserve to 'just be a boy' for some time, I think. :-)
Thank you Martin. I think it is time to forget schedules and timelines for a bit... OUTSIDE of work at least.
DeleteWhen (IF) I return to school it will be where my heart is, not just a task to complete.
Baba and I are waiting at the company hangar for Zahir to return from Oman. I really wanted to see Muscat, but Zahir says, "My boy's mind must come first."