Liminality, rites of passage, and graduation weekend
A year ago this week, I defended my dissertation. After revisions, I submitted it in time for an August graduation. Which meant my commencement was in December. But the university's doctoral hooding ceremony is only once a year. So that's how I came to be sweating in the airless underpassage in the basement of the Dean Dome on Saturday morning with a bunch of other far-too-educated people in silly robes and even sillier hats:
I don't normally care about commencements. I went to my undergraduate ceremony, on a cool and overcast Sunday, sitting in the giant crowd on the Lawn, but preferred the classics department's graduation afterwards, where I received my actual diploma and they plied us with food and wine. I skipped ECU's 2002 commencement but did attend the anthropology department's more intimate ceremony to get my first MA (and a department mug that I still have). And I also skipped UNC's 2005 commencement but opted to go to the classics department's ceremony to get recognized for that MA (and because they bestowed actual laurel wreaths on the graduates). But seeing as this is my last graduation, I figured I'd participate in most of the hoopla.
UNC's hooding ceremony was rather long - everyone's name is called as they walk across the stage - but we anthropologists mostly sat in a group and chatted. The payoff, of course, was the rite of passage: as your advisor lowers the doctoral hood over your head, you leave the liminal stage of PhD limbo and are welcomed into a community of scholars. The real payoff, though, was having your name flashed up on the Jumbo-tron as if you were a star basketball player:
The dean of the graduate school mentioned that, traditionally, professors used to teach wearing full academic dress. When a professor gave a particularly good lecture, students would toss coins into their hoods - that's why the hood has a little pouch at the bottom. I couldn't immediately find a source for this, but my mother decided to put fifty cents in my hood (along with a present I didn't find until the next morning - earrings made of Roman glass presented in a mini skull box!).
On Sunday morning, I nearly decided to attend the university-wide zoo of a graduation because E.O. Wilson was giving the commencement address. But I'll watch it this week - and you can too, here. My department's graduation ceremony on Sunday was nice. I'd been on the fence about attending, since it's amidst all the insanity that is the full undergraduate commencement, but I found out I was getting an award (for outstanding dissertation in anthropology), so that tipped me into attending. I ran into one of my former Osteology students, and I gave my advisor some really crappy vodka in an awesome decanter.
I feel like I've spent the last year graduating, with random events every few months as signposts leading me towards the realization that I am really done with school and truly a part of academe now. As much as I'd like to say one of these graduation rites of passage solidified that feeling, what finally made me feel like I'd finished was the sheet cake my mom had made for me:
Mmmmm, sphenoid cake. I'm saving the sella turcica for last.