Seven months after finishing my MPhil, I have finally attended my graduation ceremony. I had heard it was weird, involving a lot of Latin and an invasion of personal space. This much was true. But it was also actually really cool.
As an American, graduation ceremonies are loud and proud. They involve speeches, hours of calling out each student’s name, and hundreds or thousands of people. They often take place in stadiums or outdoors and sometimes include celebrity speeches. They look something like this.
And sometimes they involve acrobatics.
As an undergrad at the University of Chicago, I looked forward to walking at graduation as a marker of surviving four challenging but amazing years. Experiencing that ceremony meant so much to me.
So when I learned that graduation ceremonies in Cambridge are less…celebratory, I was a bit disappointed. I wouldn’t be able to graduate with friends from my program because one graduates with his or her college, and the ceremony itself is much shorter and smaller, taking place in a small building called the Senate House. No applause, no microphones, no speeches. It sounded complicated. And even a bit gloomy. But I wasn’t exactly shocked that the British don’t allow emotions even in a graduation ceremony. I wanted to attend the ceremony regardless; I was curious but did not expect much.
Graduation begins at the college. I returned to my former college, Magdalene, to line up with fifteen or so other graduate students receiving their degrees that day. A few students had come back from new jobs for the ceremony and others like myself were still at Cambridge pursuing another degree. A very reassuring praelector demonstrated what we are to do in the ceremony, and then we walked as a group from the college to the Senate House. Just as in some graduations in the States, this walk is meant to be symbolic. In reality, it’s a bit awkward. On a Saturday morning, our small group of traditionally-clad graduates in flowing black Harry Potter robes (no hats though, sadly) meandered our way through throngs of tourists who found us quite the attraction. Others ignored us. A few parents followed us like paparazzi. It was rather anticlimatic.
We stopped in our line outside the Senate House alongside groups from a few other colleges who were graduating during the 11:30 ceremony. We waited outside for what seemed like forever until we were brought inside the building to wait even longer.
I was not expecting to see what I did when we entered the Senate House. One royal-looking chair sat in the middle of the hall and a small pew was placed in front of it. Family members sat in a few rows of pews on each side. The graduates stood near the entrance and the chancellor of the university, wearing a red robe, was waiting to receive us.
It looked like we were about to be knighted. I looked around for swords. No swords. Maybe this was a coronation? No crowns either though.
But boy was this cool! My inner American grew anxious and excited all at the same time. I anticipated having to kneel before the chancellor. What if I tripped? I chuckled to myself. I wondered if anyone would react or if I would look up to find stoic faces glaring down on me in disappointment.
My thoughts were interrupted when the ceremony began. Ninety percent of it was in Latin, announcing something or other about the graduates and presenting each graduate to the chancellor king guy. It sounded like the Latin text used in blank templates:
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Hmm, yes. I looked around the room to see if the audience was pretending to follow along. They were.
After decades of waiting for the other colleges to be called (Jesus, then Christ College hehe), Magdalene was finally called forward. My legs were tired from standing. How was I supposed to walk and kneel?
I silenced this inner crisis of clumsiness to take it all in. We were presented by the praelector in groups of three or four. Traditionally, thousands of years ago, praelectors presented graduates individually to the chancellor by taking their hand and announcing in Latin that this graduate is to receive a certain degree. Because the university has grown in size since then, they compacted this process by having three or four students each take a finger of the praelector’s right hand.
How was I ever going to keep a straight face? It was already hard enough as Magdalene’s praelector was so much louder and more enthusiastic than the others so far in the ceremony. Somehow, I managed.
When my name was announced, I kneeled in front of the seated chancellor and put my hands in prayer position. It was at this moment I discovered that the pew for kneeling had nothing to hold onto. That would have made it far too easy.
The chancellor then leaned in far too close for comfort and grasped my hands. I peered up at him, trying not to break my pleasantly stoic expression (we were told this is the moment an official picture is taken). This moment I will never forget. He had a kind face and passionately bestowed upon me my degree in a way that implied he wasn’t simply going through the motions. It felt like a moment from a choreographed Wes Anderson film.
It was like an academic blessing. And even though it was in Latin, it didn’t need translating.
I then got up and fumbled a bit to take a step back and bow. I nearly tripped on a step I didn’t see, hastily grabbed my diploma from someone waiting near the exit, and walked out of the building to wait outside for the ceremony to end. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Woah. That was not at all what I was expecting.
It was an experience I was glad not to have missed. After experiencing both Chicago’s and Cambridge’s ceremonies, I think it’s safe to say that Cambridge’s graduations are definitely underrated.
Then hunger, which adrenaline had told to kindly wait until after the ceremony to annoy me, hit me. Good thing there was a lunch to follow!
The word for this post is:
chemist’s (British): pharmacy, drugstore
One of the main chemist’s in the UK is Boots, where you can get prescriptions filled and buy toiletries.
Dear Melissa,
Let me start by saying that you did an excellent job describing this ceremony. I was reading in the program they gave us that elements of this ceremony have their origin 800 yrs. ago. Also, the Chancellor only presides at the June ceremony, the Vice Chancellor presides at the other ones. You know the significance of this ceremony by the location it takes place, the University Senate House.
ANTICLIMATIC indeed it was, which means, NO pictures, NOBODY in front of you preventing you from seeing your graduate graduating (because of course theirs is more important than yours or is the only one graduating), no running kids distracting you, and yes, NO cat calling ( because we all need to know their graduate’s name). Yes, indeed I like an anticlimactic graduation better!
It was very organized and seemed like the graduates had practiced for over 100 yrs. No mistakes, nobody felt, etc. Another element that I liked was the size of the graduating
group (not in the 100s or 1000s). Each graduate had his/her moment of fame! I loved the moment when the Vice-Chancellor bestowed upon you your degree. And, I didn’t miss it by attempting to take a picture! A photographer did that for me! I absorbed it ALL! Thank you, Cambridge!
The ceremony was 99.99% in Latin but we were all mesmerized and seemed to follow and understand it all, every bit of it. We all paid attention to each and each of the graduates, all the same. Everybody followed the rules to a T.
Yes, an anticlimactic ceremony it was and I LOVED it!
I can’t wait for your next one!
Congrats! Proud of you, M😍 M
I am glad you enjoyed it! I definitely thought it was worth it. Thank you for being there, it meant a lot :) Looking forward now to the PhD graduation.
Melissa, very good graphics with this post! Having been at both your graduations, I have to also agree that I prefer Cambridge ceremony over the American one. I say this mainly because the former places more emphasis on the graduates rather than the speeches, benedictions, cat calls, acrobatics, etc. that are found in the latter. Anyway, it’s great that you have experienced both types of ceremonies and that you’ll have the Cambridge experience yet again in the future. Congrats, grad! Love, Dad
Thank you for being there :) Looking forward to the next graduation!!