When I learned that I could march in graduations as a high school teacher, I walked in every ceremony I could. Hell, I would have walked in other school’s ceremonies if they’d let me. The same sense of pride determination that I felt when I graduated the first time multiplied when I became a teacher. Something about putting on my robe again, seeing my students in theirs, seeing the parents with tears in their eyes, hugging my students, and hearing the band makes me well up with… pride. Some people are saps for weddings and things like that. I’m a sap for graduations.
There’s no time for sappiness now. Pages are left to be written and revised, visits conducted, classes taught, and conferences attended. I just thought I’d indulge myself for a moment.
Thanks for listening.
~I have spoken~