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| Graduation Day. After three grueling years, I suckered my way into getting a diploma. From now on, please address me as, Jess Chung, ESQUIRE. |
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| My entire family came to cheer me on as I walked across the stage to have the ugliest, scariest flower in the world pierced into my chest. What a fitting way to end my law school career. It's UT Law tradition for graduates not to wear robes. The sunflower is symbollic: just as sunflowers always turn to the sun, lawyers always turn to the light of justice. Right. |
| Graduation festivities are always a big deal in the Chung household. When I graduated from NU, we ate at Arby's and went bowling. This year, we classed it up a bit with Chick-fil-a and karaoke. |
| Can you smell that? That's the smell of justice. |
| Mel |
| Jeffery & Adam. |
| My mom & Aunt Jenny |
| My dad, me & Mel, executing elaborate choreography to "Locomotion." |
| Most people don't believe me when I tell them that I have friends in Austin. But I managed to round up a few people that would let me call them "friends." |
| Tim & Heather. A beautiful couple. Really. |
| My small group, who took me to my favorite barbeque place before I left. Eating meat makes me angry, I guess. Really, really angry. |
| So that's that. No more Austin. No more education. An end to the worst three years of my life. Or possibly a very unappetizing taste of what's yet to come: adulthood. |
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| At the graduation ceremony, I was seated among Mr. Christ, Ms. Christian, and Mr. Church. I felt very...blessed. |
| Me & Mr. Church. And get this...his dad's a pastor! |