Tomorrow afternoon at 1600, I will be sitting in the Oxford Visiting Students Farewell Ceremony. And Helen, my African politics partner-in-crime, will be Rory Gilmore, standing tall before her fellow classmates. She will deliver a speech, which will inevitably inspire us all to return to America and be the change we hope to see in the world. It will be Hallmark card worthy, and knowing me, I will attempt to hold back the tears. But, much like the scene in Season 3 of Gilmore Girls, when Rory graduates from Chilton, I will be Lorelai, sitting next to Sookie, in this case Adria/Marissa, trying to remain my calm, cool, and collected self for as long as humanly possible. I will start off strong and determined, but shortly thereafter the blubbering will begin. And it is because of this realization that I have decided to forego the mascara:
