Terrance wrote the following on FB the day he picked up his graduation certificate from custom framers in New York. The beauty is in the imperfection.
"As most know I received my diploma this past week. I spoke with a dear professor and took a picture with her in honor of her commitment and support of me towards my academic achievement. Before leaving she suggested I get a frame that's well worth the work that was put into achieving this goal. Due to my schedule I had to put this off for a few days, but finally on Saturday had the chance to visit a custom art shop to have a frame made. I spoke with the owner the day before and he assured me that his company could do this within a few hours. I asked a few classmates and family members on what type of frame I should get, and each one reminded me of the value of the achievement should be invested in the frame, I still think that the value of the achievement should be reflected in the work I do with the achievement, but I understood. When I reached the art shop, the co-owner was there, along with a young man I met at the shop with owner the day before, my ticket had been drawn up with all the specifics of how I wanted my frame. I gave the gentleman my degree and as he walked down the stairs I actually felt like a father in a waiting room, waiting for the birth of his first child. I was told it would be about 45 minutes to an hour, it was OK with me, because I envisioned by the nights end, I would post a picture on fb with the final piece of the puzzle on "the wall".
About 30 minutes later the young brother came up from the area where the work is done, as I walked down the stairs to see my beautiful baby, I began to look around, like the father through the glass window to see which was mine. When he said there was a problem, I assumed he meant with the framing size, or I would have to pick it up later, but what he showed was a smudged diploma, which had gotten damaged by a ruler with ink on it. I must honestly admit I was highly upset, the young man apologized profusely for the mistake, and even though I heard him, I was no less upset."