You can stop laughing now.
So, as I was going through boxes one Saturday afternoon, imagine my dismay when I discovered a discrepancy in my college diploma, compared to Hubby's.
Especially, since he spent his senior year playing pool and building an electronic bug.
I spent my senior year holed up in the archive library, researching, and the computer lab, writing, my senior paper. (Mennonite Women's Dress Through the 20th Century, in case you were wondering.) Driving to my education practicums, and reading 100 Years of Solitude for a class; and by the way, it felt like 100 years to read it. Oh, and fighting off, what the campus nurse called, "a spot of mono", so I could start, and finish, any other papers, practicum reviews, case studies, and ... before graduation.
Just sayin', a diploma of similar size is really all I'm asking.
1 comment:
Its a man's world. One more example. Sigh.
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