Jules and I are hanging out at the San Diego Airport waiting for our flight. We have two hours and we’re stuck in an area with a small book/magazine shop and a starbucks. Guess it’s gonna be no dinner for us!

We came down to San Diego for the weekend to see two of my cousins graduate from UCSD. Graduation ceremonies are brutal. For each one we sat in the sun for two hours roasting, listening to mediocre speeches and the names of ~1800 cheery soon to be ex students. Not sure if we got sunburned yet. I have to say that I’m glad my graduation was a small affair with shade for the spectators.

Something I thought about while watching the seemingly endless stream of new additions to the workforce was my own disbelief about graduating. It came in waves I suppose. I walked during my commencement. But then I had one more class to take over the summer. The end of that class was pretty anticlimactic. After that I got someone else to pick up my degree for me. But that’s just a piece of paper with a printed signature from the governator in a manilla envelope. Not even sure exactly where that is at the moment. I got a job with CNET later in the year, but I don’t think they ever checked to see if I had actually graduated. A few after that I got a job with Yahoo! and they did a full background check and I’m pleased to announce that in addition to actually finishing college, I have no criminal record.