Graduated!

The Georgia State University College of Law Class of 2011 graduated on the day after the day world ends, Friday the 13th.

Look out world.

I turned in all three of my papers with time to spare; I gave myself an extra day in case of emergencies.  For once, there were none.  (At least, none that could not be fixed by a different font.)  Three papers was a lot, and several people asked why I prefer papers to tests when they are so much work.  Partly, it’s because I like having the control over my time and content.  But the other reason is this: Having crammed for and taken two tests, most of what I frantically crammed into my brain last week along with the coffee and energy bars subsequently escaped.  Having written three thoroughly researched twenty page papers, I could keep you entertained at Manny’s all night long with trivia about Crawford v. Washington, the Food and Drug Administration and the Federal Trade Commission.

Graduation was approximately 16 and one half hours after the papers were due.  Of course, we don’t actually get our grades for the last semester or our diplomas until next month sometimes, but it was super fun to wear the hat and the hood.  I especially liked the hood.

The family rolled in, which was and continues to be my favorite part of the entire event.  The SMB took pictures.  For the record, I did like Johnny Isakson’s speech, for the most part – though I found his comment about theists and atheists a little irritating.  (He said something to the effect that if nobody was an atheist we’d have a lot fewer people on death row; the implication being that fewer people would be violent, not that as a society we’d decide to eliminate the death penalty.  As a pugnacious little theist myself, I must still contend that there have been too many wars based on religion for anybody to claim that theism somehow eliminates violent tendencies.)  Aside from that though, it was a nice speech. And I could understand it, which is more than I can say about any of the others.  Most of the ceremony was sort of a blur of vowels and the occasional plosive popping the microphone, accompanied by the more entertaining commentary from some of my neighbors.

And then, of course, there had to be a party.  That was good, too. Apparently I spent a lot of time at this event telling people things with enthusiastic authority.  (there are at least five photos like this.  we’re calling them the Jane Stebbins Explains it All series.)

Now I’m going to sleep for a week, wake up and start taking bar prep classes.