I had a fun night with the parents. We were invited to this shindig being thrown by the Honors College at UCF where they pass out these really geeky "medallions" (any award over five letters is pretty geeky) to anyone who completed the required honors coursework. It's not that I'm not proud of my achievements and all, but I'm going to be wearing a lot of crap around my neck and it just seems slightly hilarious when you add it to a mortar board and black gown. Who came up with wearing square plates on heads?

I was the underachiever of the table. To my left was an aerospace engineering graduate, to my right, a physics whiz. I introduced myself to the physics guy and asked his major, but he stopped talking to me once I said that I studied "Political Science." There were a few "hmm"s around the table. I tried to make up for it by flaunting the fact that I'm going on to study Creative Writing. That didn't help.

But we did have a nice moment in which all the guys at our table trancended major and minor, GPA and college rank--we all offered a communal snort when they announced that the required honors symposium was challenging and interesting. For a wonderful moment, we were just guys, rude and snide. Together. Cool.