Today is the last day of classes before finals. I finished matting my pieces, although I had to reprint one of my lino prints because, since the art room is so warm, my hands were sweaty and a I ended up smudging one of my nicest prints. Note to self: water-soluble ink is a nuisance. The new print turned out even nicer, though, so it's all good. I really like working with lino prints. I hope I can keep it up at home.
In the evening we had the Valedictory dinner and our Harlaxton Commencement ceremony (I still don't understand why graduation is referred to as a commencement ceremony. I guess it's because you're commencing the next stage of your life). The choir sang throughout the ceremony from the back of the little freezing cold church in Harlaxton Village (the same church I went to an Anglican service at in January. It wasn't much warmer inside since that wintry weekend. Still, my nails were beginning to turn purple by the time we finished). We sang the Tallis Round (which, when we first learned it, we sang about cats. This time we just said "lu" and "la"), Dou Way Robin/Sancta Mater (from the 12th century), Though That Men (written by Henry VIII), Salva Nos, and Jerusalem (written by William Blake). When our names were called, we walked to the front of the church, got our Write of Achievement from Dr. Kingsley and our Harlaxton Society pins from Dr. Snow's daughter.
The dinner was much better than the Costume Ball dinner, and we were able to eat in the Long Gallery because the lift has recovered from its bout of illness (the tech guy like to personify. Earlier in the semester, the red phone was ill). Awards were given out, and three winners happened to be sitting at our table: Colleen, Eric, and Stephanie. The other recipients were: Elise, Abby Knight, and Jesse. After dinner was a brief slide show with people cheering at every photo of them (reminded me of high school; there are some goods reasons why Harlaxton is sometimes referred to as Harlaxton High).
After the dinner and slideshow, everyone headed downstairs for the last bistro party: Graffiti. We all wore white T-shirts, and took turns writing on each other. Kind of a nice memento. The party was fun, especially once people started getting drunk and signing every shirt the came into contact with. Of course, some took it too far and started signing the walls. Don't worry; that didn't last long, and I wasn't one of them.
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