Everyone survived the thesis presentations. I got (slightly) ripped apart by the faculty, but was expecting it, so I wasn't shocked or anything. As soon as the presentations were over, we fled to the pub:
I may have followed the pub up by going to a party at my classmates house and drinking many gin and tonics, but I think i deserved it.
Then on Sunday we had fake graduation:
Basically, we've finished the program, EXCEPT writing the theses, and so the Eastman House wanted to throw us a party before we all fled away from Rochester back home. It was fun. The parents came down. So did Cheryl, but she came down a few days early, to hang out.
Now it's nose to the grindstone, trying to get this freaking thesis done. There's nothing BUT thesis work to do for the next month. Yay me.
In slightly better news, I'm heading home next weekend for the frolic! Yay! I'll be working in the Sheep's booth, as per usual, and am looking SO FORWARD to it.