I can’t help but be excited.
I wrote a few weeks ago that I feel like I’m in a glass case of emotion. Some days, I’m so ready to break free of this seminary institution; others, I don’t want to think about the inevitable departure.
Frankly, I’m just giddy thinking about graduation. The ceremony. I’m excited to receive my master’s degree. Rephrased: FREAKING excited. You know, I’ve worked hard for this and it will feel great to have it completed and recognized in a graduation ceremony. Hood me, por favor.
The night before graduation is baccalaureate. [Try spelling that without the squiggly red line. I fail every time.] I’m pretty stoked that my mom and likely grandma and sister will be here for that occasion. Prior to the worship service is a meet-and-greet with the CYF faculty/staff at Luther. They want to meet my family. And I want my family to meet them. [I’ll be the first to admit I was pretty dumb my first two years at school. I made little connection with the CYF team – the area of my concentration – and fellow CYF students. Dumb. Attempting to make up for that lack of awesome-ness this year.]
If we keep going backwards, the week and a half before the weekend of graduation is senior week. I’m on the planning team for a week of events such as a possible dinner cruise, outdoor movie, and fun 5k. For every minute that there isn’t a planned event, here’s hoping there will be impromptu and spontaneous hanging out and going out. There will be no classes or papers; what else am I to do? [Pack, says the logical part of the brain. Nah, says the part that wants to have fun.]
Before that, there will be the satisfaction of turning in final papers, attending final class periods, defending and turning in a thesis. I feel ready for it. Let’s do this thing.
there's no place like gnome. 
Billy Madison!game. set. and match.
ps: are you THIS excited? (skip to 1:05)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wTWWjYTe1I
Shoot! Too late! I was going to guess something to do with Herbert Butterfield.