I guess the fat lady sang...

It's over. No more can we claim to be Ryerson students. We must hang our heads knowing we are Ryerson grads (which apparently gets me a discount rate for insurance through Monnex). After standing in a polyester robe for over an hour in a non air-conditioned hallways we walked into the Ryerson Theatre - one of many Ryerson buildings I had never been in - and hoping not to fall down the stairs.
I have to admit that I'm glad I went. I was impressed by the amount of people that showed up and I apologize to all the people I had half conversations with. Peter Mansbridge shook my hand and gave an entertaining convocation address. In all honestly it went by fairly quickly until Claude Lajeunesse gave the Ryerson PR speech. Did he forget he was talking to graduates? Hey Claude - we already went to Ryerson, we finished, done, and don't care how great you think this school is! I'm also very happy that I didn't trip or fall, sure I went the wrong way to get my degree but it was a minor screw up by my standards.
My parents got a fairly accurate look at my life out here. They met my friends in an unnatural environment (convocation) and then their natural habitat (anywhere with beer). Apparently they enjoyed themselves and my mom only nagged me a little bit.
I will eventually post photos...