Yesterday was a big day for my daughter. She graduated with honors with a B.S. in Education from The Ohio State University. She hand embroidered Jeremiah 29:11 on the top of her cap, and I am very proud of her accomplishments and her perspective about her future. Since I homeschooled Beth all the way through high school, I have been asked by many people through the years if homeschooled students can go to college. Fortunately, with the growth in homeschooling we are not considered to be such a fringe element of society anymore. Many homeschool students have found success in a variety of venues. Beth’s graduation from college answers that question with a definitive “yes”. College is not for everyone, homeschooled or otherwise schooled. But for those who wish to seek that additional education, homeschoolers can hold their own in any setting. What a joy to celebrate Beth’s success!
Of course, it seems nothing goes without a hitch when there’s a big event and multiple people involved. Beth’s graduation was held outside in the stadium at OSU, and the heat and humidity were both high. Both of Beth’s grandparents came to see Beth graduate, but grandma doesn’t do so well in the heat. Just after I got a text from Beth saying that she wasn’t feeling well and felt dehydrated, grandma passed out in the bleachers. We were able to eventually find the first aid station and she is fine, but we were shook up and spent time in the first aid station while waiting for Beth’s turn to get her diploma. With a graduating class of over 8,600 students, it took a long time. We did leave grandma with the medics, at her insistence, and popped back into the stadium to see Beth officially graduate. Because there were so many students, instead of calling their names they tolled a bell that sounded like a funeral dirge the entire time students were receiving the diplomas. My two sensory/auditory processing children were beginning to twitch from the relentless ringing.
Next we drove to a restaurant of Beth’s choice, The Cheesecake Factory, but they didn’t take reservations and there was a 2 1/2 hour wait. We hunted around for other restaurants in the area, but all had long waits so we headed back home. I had potato salad, a fruit and yogurt parfait, and graduation cap cookies on hand, but that hardly made a meal for eight. So we got carryout to go along with it.
My son, Josh, is an author and he broke out of his usual sci-fi writing mode to pen this “Ode to Beth’s Graduation”:
Rush so we will be on time.
Walk a mile and then we climb.
Hungry since we walked so far.
Left the food back in the car?
Seated up so very high.
Great view of that cloudy sky.
Now the band begins to play.
Half an hour til the parade.
8,600 tassels tall.
Did you have to name them all?
Graduates who have done your best!
Survive this day and pass the test!
Moving speeches, people sing.
Can anybody hear a thing?
Think it’s time to go inside
Before this turns to suicide.
People get their PHD’s.
Hangin’ out with EMT’s.
Additional speeches get carried away.
What? You mean we’re just halfway?
More interesting show to watch:
Grandma versus the Red Cross!
Sunburn in the first degree.
People leaving. Wait for me!
Diploma time’s a living hell.
Someone kill that funeral bell!
Over? Really? Now we’re free!
To the Cheesecake Factory!
Two and a half hour’s wait?
Fifty bucks for a piece of cake?
Everything else is crazy as well.
Ten miles around the Hilton Hotel.
Home at last. What a day.
Now we get to eat parfait.
All is over, and I’m glad.
…just what year is Beckie’s grad?