Line Dancing

After my last final (yay!) yesterday, I decided to tie up some loose ends. I figured it'd be as good a time as any to get some things done. Unbeknownst to me, a lot of standing around in lines awaited me.

Cap and Gown
First on the agenda was getting my cap and gown. The people distributing these took over two ballrooms in the Illini Union. When I got to the Union there were a couple hundred people crowded into the room, and probably around ten lines to get your stuff. Fine, whatever I'll wait in line. On a side note, there was a couple right in front of me who felt it was necessary to put on extremely excessive PDA. I mean seriously, every minute there was a peck, an ass grab, some hand holding, and whatnot. I guess the hand holding isn't so bad, but come on. Anyway, fast forward about twenty annoying minutes later and I'm five spots from the front. Then, I hear some lady yell for those with last names from A-J (Illinaisa) to come over here. Are you shitting me?! Fine. Spend another ten minutes in line, get my cap and gown, and leave. As I'm checking the bag, I notice I'm missing a special cord I was supposed to get for graduating summa cum laude. Grrr. Head back in and wait another ten minutes.

Mckinley Health Center
Next up, I head over to the campus health center to pick up some immunization records for UIC. First off, there's no parking whatsoever because a nearby dorm had sent all their movers' parked cars over to the Mckinley lot. I drive around the lot a few times and finally resign myself to trying to find a spot over yonder, across Lincoln Avenue. Five minutes later and I'm parked in someone else's spot. I head into the building and find medical records. As I'm walking up, I see a line that's coming out the door of the office. What?! How many people can seriously want medical stuff on the last day of finals? Ten minutes, a few people, and some paperwork later I leave with said records in hand.

Rain, Sleet, Snow, or Hail
It doesn't seem to matter what time of day you go, but there's always a line at the Neil Street post office. Today was not going to be an exception to that rule. On top of that, apparently the day's theme was that of "mail at least one large package" for the people in line. And to top it off, the paperwork I asked for got me redirected to a side wall where it was sitting all along.

Wally World
I headed over to Wal-Mart to grab a Mother's Day card and some stuff for a year-end barbecue with my grad student and our group's undergrads (Thank You card and some drinks). My feelings are summarized here. What he said holds especially true for the Friday afternoon rush hour.

Hooray for lines. A sincere hooray for being done with finals and school! Done at least, for three months.