It’s that time of year when pomp and circumstance fills the air. Mortar boards and graduation gowns become June’s coolest fashion statement, and eager young minds look forward to the next chapter of their lives.
Looking back on my own high school graduation, I was eager all right — eager to be done with papers, final exams, and high school life in general.
But I was a little nervous, too, because college was just around the corner, and while I would be attending the local university and wouldn’t have to worry about roommates or homesickness, the world loomed large.
What if I didn’t like college?
Where would life take me?
What kind of person would I be in five, 10, 15 years?
Have you ever wondered what kind of advice you would give if asked to speak at a commencement ceremony? I have no clue as to how I would approach such a task. Offer snippets of wisdom I’ve gained with age? Ha — half the time I don’t feel like I know what I’m doing. Regale the graduates with my autobiography — abridged, of course — then sign off with an overused bromide such as “soar like an eagle” or “your future is bright?”