There’s something about graduation season

The graduate school commencement took place tonight at my university. Undergraduate commencement takes place on Saturday. Because I have been at school for two years now, I know many people who are graduating. I’ve been watching the Twitter feed featuring the hashtag for commencement. And I’ve determined…….


(Sorry for yelling.)

graduation_cap_and_diplomaGraduation season has always made me a bit verklempt. I couldn’t explain why for a long time. As I’ve been back to school, though,  I realized that some of that twinge of emotion that comes out had to do with feelings of regret for not getting my bachelor’s degree when I was younger and the desire to have it. If I look at life like a book and there are many chapters that comprise that book, my educational experiences take up a few chapters and my college chapter was lacking. I guess subconsciously that always bothered me.

On the day of undergrad commencement last year, I remember watching my fellow PRSSA members’ tweets and Facebook posts and thinking, “Wow, this is going to be me in two years.” Now, as this year’s commencement approaches, I’m excited for the next year and excited that I am well on my way to my own graduation day. It’s really going to happen.

I can finally eliminate the feelings of regret about this. It’s happening next year–no ifs, ands, or buts about it. So it took me a long time….so what? It’s time to be exhilarated and hopeful about the future. My kids can’t wait until I graduate. My youngest already told my husband that we are having a big party and that he’s sending Jon Bon Jovi a letter to invite him for me. I can dream, right?

To all the graduates, congratulations. Dream big. Have crazy dreams. Life isn’t always going to go as planned. But that’s ok. It’s about how that book ends, not about the struggle to write some chapters. I’m excited to add to this chapter over the next year.


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