CONGRATULATIONS, LISA & JACOB!

Connor James Graf
11:46 a.m.
8 lbs 8 oz
21"

I applied for tickets to Antiques Roadshow in Madison in July, and I actually got them. The tickets are free, but are randomly chosen. So my parents will be attending the Antiques Roadshow this summer. Maybe they'll strike it rich.

So...today is graduation at my college. Our small campus is not equipped to accommodate 2,000 vehicles (we only have 1000 students!), so parking for graduation is something of a cluster-fuck. It involves shuttle buses and designated parking areas and all sorts of madness. When I pulled in to campus this morning the parking attendant looked at me and at my Harry Potter costume hanging in the back seat, and said, "Are you graduating today?" Rather than trying to explain, I just said "Yes."

"Yes" turns out to have been the wrong answer. I was ushered to a lot really close to the graduation ceremony -- a privilege for the graduates, I suppose -- but as far from my office as is possible. Since I needed to drop off some things (like my purse) and grab some other things (like ibuprofen), that proved to be annoying as all get out. Still, it probably wasn't as annoying as having to explain that, actually, I'm a professor. Really. Don't mind the jelly bracelets or the fact that I look 12.

At least I'm not the only one who has this problem. I was at a wedding reception last night. (Hence the need for ibuprofen today.) The bride, the groom, and the wedding party were roughly my age. One of the bridesmaids came back from the bathroom with a horrified look on her face. "I just got asked if I was here for the prom," she reported. "Really?" I said. "By a high schooler" she said.

The sad part? She looks older than I do.