Graduation: Now I Can Sue

No Graduation Would Be Complete without Cranky Pants (AKA Javad Husain). That is one cranky face. Barry Jacobs, however, seems less perturbed by whatever it is that has jostled Cranky's mood. Mila Zain appears to be the only one oblivious to the excitement.

Rochelle receives the world's largest diploma.

Now Mark Irving, (pictured with William Durham), knows how to dress for graduation. If Javad had followed his lead, his parents could have been spared their shame.

Hmm... Where the Hell Was Jon Suh at Graduation?

The Gilbert and Sullivan Society performs. There is no escape from the G&SS.

Her Future's So Bright, She's Gotta Wear Shades

After three years of law school, I've learned one thing... I don't know what I want to do. Theoretical work always leads me to the conclusion that there are no answers, that there's not even good guesses, that we're just trapped on this soup called Earth for a few years and, try as we might, we can't make nothing of it cause there's nothing to make. Morals are just choices; rules are just power. But practical work always bores me, in the end. It begs the question anyway... I guess I belong in Academia... Every morning, I wake up and wish I could sit around in my underwear and play my guitar or go to the beach or do anything but be productive. I guess they didn't hit me hard enough with that capitalist stick. But, then again, I do get up... so maybe they did. Oh well. Fuck it. We'll see what happens. Good Luck to All.

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