Graduation was rough. First of all, I was sick. Soar throat, runny nose, that sort of thing. Second of all, under my heavy robe, my hood, my cap, my wool suit, my dress shirt and tie, my undershirt, I was sweating like a pedophile. Third, I still had a paper due. In the middle of the semester, my prof said that I could turn it in whenever I wanted.
“You mean, I can turn it in after graduation?”
“Sure you can. I know you’re good for it.”
At the time it seemed like a blessing. During graduation, not so much. I know I would have easily got it done if he had set a due date. Can’t blame him, though. Only myself.