I can be a cynic, and I was the last person that thought I would care about wearing some ill-fitting medieval gown. I was overheard saying on more than one occasion that I was only walking for my mother. This proved to be wrong during the ceremony. I was quite excited, and had some pretty active butterflies in my stomach as I walked out on stage. When I shook hands with the Dean and got my honors sash I was holding back tears. When you work hard, it is nice to get rewarded, and often very emotional.