I ran home during lunch today, and waiting for me at the front desk of my building was a large, flat package. Seeing Bud bring it to the counter, my brain raced, trying to figure out what it was. A very wide, thin book? Something Scott ordered? As soon as I caught the return address, I knew.
My grad school diploma.
It’s pretty neat to have my hands on it, and it’s enormous. I have no clue what I’m going to do with it, as I’m not really the type to frame these things and hang it on the wall. But it’s quite fun, nonetheless.