Bad. My $40 rental cap and gown smelled like vomit, and it was about 35 degrees in the UofC gym. They were installing a new Chancellor who proceded to enlighten us with a 45 minute tale of boredom. Perhaps if the grad ceremony was steeped a little more in tradition like at some Universities it would have meant more, but at UofC it's pretty much just like a high school grad.
If it were just me, I would have ticked off the "mail to me" option, but lets face it, you do it for family.
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