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.
Across the country, American public schools are experiencing a major demographic shift. Latino students are our fastest growing student population. Simply put, if Latino students in this country don't succeed, then we as a country won't succeed.
In 10 weeks, all of my friends and favorite acquaintances will be in college. Freaking out about how the size of their refrigerators has shrunk. Studying maps to find exactly where Psych 101 is. Catching whispers of being the new kids on the block. Without me.
The perception of law graduates is that they are standing solemn holding a law degree, resumes, and a heavy burden of loan debt they can't pay off. However, this isn't the case for all graduates. Many are becoming savvier and using their versatile J.D. beyond the traditional practice of law.
Growing up, I didn't really understand what it meant to take the road less traveled. I used to be so trapped in who I was that I didn't bother to look around me. But everything came to a sudden halt when my grandmother passed away. For the first time in my life, I really questioned what the purpose of everything was.
I know the students worked hard, but perhaps Class of 2015 shouldn't refer to any student who finished any grade this year. Let's save the pomp and circumstance for just one very special circumstance: the day a person is actually awarded her hard-earned degree.
Congratulations graduate! You tossed your cap into the air, you celebrated like a champion, you are slowly emerging from your hangover, and you are beginning to wonder: What the hell am I gonna do now?
My daughter -- my first born, the child who made me a Mommy -- is graduating Pre-K on Friday. I can't believe the journey -- that started with counting the seconds down until the day after Labor Day so I could press redial for two and a half hours just to get a school's application - is over.
To the Class of 2015: As you prepare to leave your high school years behind, many people will advise you to "follow your dreams." My advice? Confront reality. It may sound harsh, but only a small amount of aspiring professional athletes, actors and musicians make it to the big leagues.
It's the season of graduations and my newsfeed is filled with caps and gowns and diplomas. This year, I had two kids doing the Pomp & Circumstance walk.