So I Sent Out Variations of This Email Yesterday:

Subject: As A Woman I Reserve the Right To Change My Mind

After months and months of saying I wasn’t going to go to my graduation (and having lots of good reasons to back it up) I’ve decided to attend. I mostly didn’t want to go because I had such a bad college experience that seeing a celebration of “OMG, the BEST FOUR YEARS of our lives” would just depress me. But I just decided, screw everyone else who made me feel like that. The last two months of college were the best for me, I got A’s from my two favorite,  professors, and I deserve to celebrate it however I want. I will probably regret this somewhere in the middle of the insanely long ceremony, but I’m still going.

So I’ll see you all at commencement. I’ll be the one in cap and gown.

-Rachel

There was this, from Michael, and I’m lucky no one sits by me at work because it made me all teary-eyed.

Rachel,
I am so happy for you – I have no words.  Enjoy these coming days. Dress in the traditional regalia, take pictures, and do us all a favor… smile. You endured something  unknown by many, and now it’s time to party and live life to its ends.
 
In other words: Congratulations babe. You deserve this. And it’s only the beginning.”

 
And this:, from Sebastian:

 I won’t sing anything because you’re doing it for yourself not for me. I will be glad that you are honoring your efforts but the honor that you deserve is not to be tainted with songs from a stupid cartoon movie.

I know some awesome, wonderful guys. And people wonder why I’m so protective of the men in my life. It’s because they rule, duh.
 
In addition, Xina and I have squealed over the fact that we can walk together and write “Transfer Girls” on our caps, Sebastian WILL sing, and I have already announced that I will hear no criticisms of my decision.