My college diploma sat in my childhood bedroom for years, until a few months ago when my mom decided I needed to claim it. After a few more months of propping it against different walls, I finally hung it up in my house.
This move comes just before a visit from my parents and after a conversation last week with a friend from college in which we were talking about how neither of us really knew what to do with our diplomas. They represent a big investment, but we don't feel like we need to see them every day. It's also interesting to note that my friend and I can't even read our diplomas, because they're in Latin (but they do have very pretty calligraphy—see the first image).
I don't have a designated home office, which is the only place I've seen people hang them, and my Bachelor of Arts diploma would look funny in my 9-5 cubicle. But I would have felt bad banishing it to storage in my (unfinished, hobbit-height) basement, so instead I opted to hang the diploma in an unconventional spot below shelving and, to soften it, partially behind a plant. (This corner has come a long way since the January Cure.) I don't know if it's a long-term placement, but it's a spot more befitting all that hard work and debt than the floor.
Where does your diploma live?
(Images: Kim R. McCormick)