And I have henceforth been signing things as “Hannah, Master Of French And
All Some Of Its Books, Specifically The Depressing Angsty Ones.”
But I could only share it with you today because I didn’t actually go to the graduation or buy the fancy robes. I’ll just hold out for the one in four more years. Yesterday I spent the day with a friend from school who did go and she let me put on her robes and take this official picture. I also can only show you this half portrait, because I am about 8 inches taller than she is, so those pictured joined the ranks of many others where my clothes were too short. But at least now my children know someday that I got my MA, and more importantly that I, for however fleeting a moment, got to look kind of like a Gryffindor.
Which puts me in a club reserved for the most valiant of all souls. Don’t even try telling me that they don’t really exist: I just got a degree in books, which means I think characters have all the weight of reality. It also puts me one fraction of a degree closer to Princess Kate, a fact that has me glowing and declaring that I too will someday wear heels for an entire pregnancy.
Let’s be real — I can’t even wear heels through a whole work day without wincing. But I’ll just keep dreaming, because I am Hannah, Master Of French And
All Some Of Its Books, Specifically The Depressing Angsty Ones. Who is to say that I won’t be able to handle longterm heel wearing in another couple years?