Saturday May 19, 2012
This is it! The day I've been waiting for for the last FOUR years of my life. GRADUATION! Boy was it a day to remember!
I woke up at 5am to get ready, pack up my stuff and get it into
the car. My family and all my extended relatives arrived at 7:15am via
Grayhound at the SF transbay terminal. I had to drive there to meet them
so they can drop off their luggage in my car. I didn't have a lot of
space in the car because I had so much of my stuff in there, but we did our best to cram as much stuff and people as we could in the Rav4. Most of the bigger/heavier suitcases fit, along with my two grandmothers and my uncle. The rest of my aunts, my parents and my brother took the BART and was going to meet us over at Berkeley.
I got over the bay bridge, parked the car, managed to help my grandmothers and uncle find the rest of my family and left them to be. I had to meet the rest of my class for class photos at 9am. I was able to snap a few photos with a couple of my friends before we were herded up to line up for graduation.
And just like that, the famous graduation song started, we all made our glorious strut through the crowd of proud parents, found our seats and the ceremony speeches started. Then the moment we have all been waiting for...our hooding to make our Doctor degree official. It is Berkeley tradition to appoint a faculty member to hood students, but it is also an option to have a personal hooder. I chose my father (or more like my mother chose him). After fumbling a little bit because my dad claimed the hood was "too slippery" I was finally hooded and I took my first steps as a Doctor across the stage to receive my gold cord (for being a Beta Sigma Kappa member) and my fake diploma. I was happy to have my dad take those first steps with me across the stage.
Immediately after the ceremony, all my relatives were apparently FAMISHED and were rushing me to return my gown so I can leave. I was rushed off and didn't even get to take any pictures with my classmates. I had to drive my grandmothers and my uncle down to Oakland downtown for Dim Sum while everyone else had to BART there to meet us. When we arrived, my grandmothers and my uncle started to eat right away while I had to walk around looking for everyone that took the BART. Once I found them, they were so tired, they asked me to carry all the luggage they have been lugging around (in my HEELS) while I lead them to the restaurant. I LOVE DIM SUM but I don't think there was an ounce of any desire in me to enjoy it that day. Once we got there, I had no appetite for food at all because I was feeling so upset about how graduation ended. I lost my one opportunity to take pictures with my classmates and I will probably never ever see them again! I didn't eat very much at all but no one realized this because everyone was so hungry they were just busily eating.
Once my parents footed the bill, my aunt asked me to take her to her friend's house claiming that it was really close and in Oakland. But when we gave me the address, I realized it was in San Francisco! So here we have the problem AGAIN, where there weren't enough seats in the car to take everyone, but we had to travel somewhere else FAR away from where we were. So of course, I drove my grandmothers and my aunt while my parents BARTed over to SF. Of course my GPS picked this very moment to malfunction and lead me to a route destined for San Jose. I had to call Liz, half yelling at her, trying to vent off my pent up frustration from this stressful day, and half trying to hide my hysteria. She helped me get back on the right track towards SF...but little did I know that there was MAJOR traffic on the bay bridge, which ended up taking TWO HOURS to cross.
I would like to share a glimpse of what being stuck in traffic with two grandmothers and an aunt was like:
Paternal Grandmother: This is 30th Street!
Me: Where??
Paternal Grandmother: There! *points to the sign
Me: Grandma! That says 30MPH! Not 30th Street!
***5 mins later...
Maternal Grandmother: Amiee! This is 30th Street!
Me: Grandma! I pointed this out 5 mins ago! That's 30 miles per hour!! Not 30th Street!
Aunt: Amiee, you are going the wrong way...
Me: I am?? How do you know?
Aunt: I don't know, it doesn't look right...
Me: Have you been here before?
Aunt: No, it just doesn't look right...
Maternal Grandmother: Wow, this is the most cars I've ever seen in my life! This must be the most cars in America! There can't be more cars than this anywhere else in the world! Why did you drive me here to look at this parking lot full of cars?
Me: Grandma...we are stuck in traffic! It's not a parking lot!
Maternal Grandmother: Wow, look at the cars, this is a really big parking lot....
Me: Grandma, did you hear me??
Maternal Grandmother: Amiee, are we there yet?
Me: No.
Maternal Grandmother: Wow, it's soo far, why is taking so long?
Me: Because we are stuck in traffic!
***10 mins later
Maternal Grandmother: Amiee, are we there yet?
Paternal Grandmother: Why are there so many cars trying to get into SF? It's almost 3:00pm, it's so late! So much of the day is gone! What could there possibly be for anyone to do in SF when it is sooo late?
Me: Grandma, people go into SF for the late night life, people will even drive into SF at 9:00pm!
Paternal Grandmother: What? That's crazy! There is nothing to do that late at night! And it is sooo dangerous at night! Amiee, don't ever go out after dark! Do you go out after dark???
Aunt: So, when are you going to get married?
Me: Not any time soon.
Aunt: You should find someone soon.
Me: Ok.
Aunt: So are planning on getting married soon?
Me: No plans.
Aunt: You should plan. Soon. Or better yet, now.
By the time I dropped off my aunt and grandmother, I rushed off to pick up my parents (which waited THREE hours at the civic center station). They stood in the same place and didn't move for the entire 3 hours because their cell phones ran out of batteries and they were afraid they would miss me if they left their spot. Needless to say, they were extremely happy to see me when I finally made it there to pick them up. My parents collapsed onto their seats and I proceeded to drive them to Sacramento, which was where my grandmother requested to go because my great-grandfather is buried there.
So that is the story of my graduation fiasco.