Four months after graduation, I'm still sitting on my parents' couch in sweats, alternating between applying to jobs, writing and watching the daily Sex and the City marathons on E!. Some people see it as an extended vacation, but it gets old after a while.
Remember those annoying people who told you that college will be the quickest four years of your life? Well they were right, but not in a bad way. The next four years of your life are going to zoom by.
Today is graduation day, a day of fanfare, unfettered dreams and promise. But this is no ordinary graduation. It is The Akilah Institute for Women in Kigali, Rwanda, the only college for women in East Africa.
The first time I ever sang in public was two years ago in one of Greece's most prestigious Theatre-arts audition rooms in front of some of the most ce...
On the one hand, I feel more grown up and independent (and that's exactly how I felt when I started college, too). Maybe that feeling just comes with every new stage of life. But on the other hand, I miss my apartment, my roommates and my days of not moving until noon.
I SO didn't want to be THAT mom. You know the type, whose life revolves around her children to such an extent that she decompensates the summer before her firstborn goes to college. Nope. Not me. I'm productive and busy.
They may say college is the "best time of our lives," and it may be true for some of us, if we let it be. But whether or not they are the best just means we need to spend the rest of our lives living just as great, if not greater experiences to the ones we've already been living.
A huge migration is about to begin. In a few week's time, like so many eager, young, stumbling wildebeest, thousands of you are about to head off into a new chapter and begin your college careers.
How has it been 20 years? Weren't we JUST sitting in that sweaty gymnasium? In reality, more time has passed SINCE graduation than all of the years leading UP to that momentous event. And yet time has flown.
I, just like you, made mistakes and continue to make mistakes daily. I am no martyr. I am just a human who has a few more years under my belt. Life has a way of opening your eyes as you get older, especially once you leave the comforts of your classroom.
"I'm not important, but I have an earnest message for the world," Alison says. "You are not being asked to go shave your head and become a monk, but to imagine a world where everyone does their part."
Yesterday, a loser teen was gifted Oh, the Places You'll Go! in earnest and completely without irony. The Dr. Seuss book, a graduation-season perennial favorite, was given to the seventeen-year-old by his mother.
My wife and I have succumbed. My son got a phone last week. Given my previous post questioning the wisdom of graduating elementary school, I awkwardly acknowledge the phone was a graduation present.
I watched as my students picked up their cap and gown and carried it in their arms like a newborn baby. I smiled, said a few last words of encouragement, then asked, "You graduated... now what?"
My son had his Fifth Grade graduation ceremony this week. The concept of graduating from elementary school seems odd to me. Don't get me wrong, the ceremony was lovely and I don't object to giving the kids a farewell. But do we have to call it a graduation?
It begins when you leave, for good, for the first time. You turn to your roommate, at a party, or the dining hall, the week after orientation, and you tell them you're going home, and you immediately catch yourself and say, I mean, back to the dorm.