“A graduation ceremony is an event where the commencement speaker tells thousands of students dressed in identical caps and gowns that ‘individuality’ is the key to success.”
~ Robert Orben
I’m calm. I’m collected. I’m poised.
I’m freaking out.
Today makes it officially one month until J.’s graduation. Which means that it’s only five months until we’re off to grad school on the opposite side of the country/world. Which means we’re 14 months away from being done with school entirely. Which means we have to grow up, I suppose.
I remember being almost entirely apathetic about my own graduation. Granted, I just got home from a summer “study abroad” to the UK 24 hours previous to the ceremony and was jet-lagged out of my mind. The only reason I participated in the whole cap-and-gown circus was because my parents happened to be in the country visiting friends and family and could actually show up. They took pictures, met J. for the first time, and took us all and my godparents out to breakfast. Fin.
Thus I’m much more excited about his graduation. But just don’t let me think about what comes next…because there is too much to do and I’ll start hyperventilating. Again.