Graduation Day...this idyllic photo belies the bitter cold blowing in at about 25 miles an hour. It was freakin cold and windy. It even snowed a few minutes after the graduation ceremony ended.
Roots...missing my grandfather for sure.
Why must one wear these silly court jester hats when one receives a J.D.?
My bro Mike came down from Sterling for graduation. My grandmother really likes him for some reason. I guess cuz he's one of the few white people that could handle living with my Pakistani grandparents in college. I mean, he smelled like desi food ALL THE TIME. That's why they called him Stinky back at High Point University. Of course, I lived there too so what did they call me?
Pops. He's cool...most of the time.
The little one (who's a foot taller than me) with mom. Special thanks to Usman for picking up the tab at dinner the night before graduation.
Roots...missing my grandfather for sure.
Why must one wear these silly court jester hats when one receives a J.D.?
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