Busy week-end..

Lots of clapping, lots of walking, lots of speeches, lots of thank-you’s and lots of congratulations.

This was our fourth, (and our youngest’s) college graduation week-end. It was wonderful and powerful, as they always are, and it was interesting..especially two back to back speeches given by fellow students.

The first girl spent her allotted time talking exclusively about herself.. her growth from a girl whom no one took seriously to a person everyone will now have to reckon with.  She went on and on and on about how her opinions matter, her presence is important, her ideas need to listened to, she deserves a seat at the table, blah, blah, blah..holy cow.

The second girl talked exclusively about her entire class and the exciting future ahead.  At one point she mentioned each member of her small masters’ program by name, quickly touching on their strengths and how much she appreciated their contributions to the class.

It was a fascinating study in contrasts.

We all agreed after the ceremony that the first girl was no doubt totally unaware of how self centered her speech was. She could put it to music..with an angry, pulsating beat..and use it every morning to sharpen the chip on her shoulder before she goes to work..

or to work out..

or whatever.

What a way to take off through the starting gate of your adult life, hobbled by the weight of the medals you’ve already bestowed upon yourself.





2 Comments Add yours

  1. ksbeth says:

    yes, fascinating to look at – and congrats to all

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Cindy says:

      Thanks! Hard to believe this chapter is over for us..and them!


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