Graduation

Today the campus is filled with graduating young people (most of whom have not dressed up in 3 years) and proud parents, bearing uncomfortably large boquets, telling their "children" to stop playing with their hair or pulling at their dresses. How easy it is to regress.

The sun is very bright. I can only imagine the heat, and the nerves, inside that silly white tent. This is what we spend 4 years working towards?

Next year, will this be me? It seems so far away.