After 8 years it finally happened - last night the scarecrow got a brain. :D
In 2002 the tinman got a heart when I married Chris.
With the MA in 1997 I got a voice.
In 1991 my BA gave the lion some courage.
Has it all been worth it? Was running away to art school in 1988 in the pursuit of adventure, knowledge, wisdom, to quench my hunger for life and leaving my mother to die - has it been worth it?
If you want to watch all the action of a mind-numbingly boring ceremony - I am the very last person to get their handshake:
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