Last weekend I returned to dear ol’ Yale to celebrate those bright college years. Why, you may ask? No, it was not harass people and pretend like I never graduated (although a good guess). My trip to New Haven celebrated the collegiate career of one Miss Liza Young and her admittance to the real world. Graduation weekend was a very special with lots of tears, pomp and circumstance. Monday at 2pm marked the end of an era for the Young household, as for five years our lives have been deeply connected to one institution. But, along with being about family, friends and one girls rite of passage, I found that graduation was a big boon to someone else who is near and dear to my heart ... me.
After sitting through the ceremonies again, I think that everyone should go to a graduation at least once a year. Being there was almost like committing to a new years resolution or being at a fraternal initiation to renew the bonds of brothers. It forced me to confirm my commitment to being an adult and – I can’t believe I am about to write this – make a difference in the world. Now whether I act on it or not is a different story, but at least I am questioning again my place in the world and not just going through the day-to-day drudgery.
- Never graduated Ned no more
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Attending graduation this year made me appreciate graduation so much more. Since I wasn't graduating, I didn't have to deal with all the stress surrounding it. I think it is excellent to attend multiple graduations to appreciate your own more.
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