Right. One meeting with unhappy and downtrodden colleague completed. Now off to collect my silly gown, hood and hat. Imagine a Laura Ashley brocade pair of curtains, complete with pelmet, in burgundy and primrose. I do enjoy the sense of occasion though, even though I stormed across stage while collecting my PhD like a shoplifter pursued by police.
I've often wondered if there's a correlation between the peacock display of the gowns and the prestigious nature of the institution: as far as I can see, élite ones have very plain robes, whereas we toilers in the educational basements get grand and elaborate designs.
See some
here. Don't these two look resplendent?
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