Brooke is a master. Not of the universe, but of higher education. I’m very proud of her. She somehow managed to complete the degree while working full-time and with only one Mariah-Carey-breakdown in 3 years. I have no idea how she did it.
Disclosure: Brooke didn’t walk at BC’s gradation. We slept in and went for a nice lunch instead, something that grad school has limited in our lives. I took this picture the morning Brooke left to assist Northeastern’s graduation. But history won’t know the difference. You make me proud, darlin’.