I had my convocation on Tuesday! Officially a Master of Library and Information Studies, whoo! It was pretty much what a graduation ceremony is, main surprise was when they let me keep the fancy Masters hat. Totally giving it to the nephews, because small children in grad gear is freaking adorable. Now I suppose I can’t call myself a grad student, merely an unemployed fightin’ enthusiast.
I got a bike! I thought I might be too skittish to ride on the city streets, but it turns out I’m more foolhardy than terrified, as usual. (Shannon Mason: “More stupid than scared, but she does have fun.”) Fast bike goes fast! Down a hill, whoosh! Then I huff and puff up the hill, because I may practice kicks to the head recreationally but my leg muscles really aren’t used to this pumping action after only two days.
An observation in kickboxing last night. If I ever were in a street fight, I would probably apologize to my opponents every time my form was off. “Sorry, that knee really sucked! Here, let me do it again. Can you tell me if I don’t turn my hip over?” Alternately, perennial teacher Kickboxing Erika would be giving tips to her opponents. “Wait, wait. If you bring up your left hand while coming at me with that right cross, you can protect your face from my counter.”