My previous sentiments about commencement read bitter now, but I knew that would happen when I wrote them. I’m of two minds on the whole process. Only a few things are sure.
1.)I wish I’d wasted more time. In college I was obsessed with making the most of my student paper and breaking into real journalism. As a result I’m a little more employable than my peers and a lot less happy. You could throw a dart last week and hit someone on his cell phone planning a bar night, or hugging a friend, or heading off to a senior event. I didn’t really develop a close circle of friends who wanted to see me when I came back to town. Luckily, that only really mattered last week.
2.)I’m glad I un-burned my bridges. Editing a controversial newspaper led me to make bitter enemies out of campus celebrities who disagreed with me. The last time I would ever see Jonathan Katz, I specifically told him our tiffs didn’t matter and wished him well. The last time I’d ever see Jake Werner, I flashed him the copy of his magazine I held under my arm.
3.)My professors definitely mean more to me than my classmates. I promised more of the former to keep in touch with them.
As for the ceremonies themselves … well, they went as expected. I was a little blown away at just how good NPR’s Ann Garrells was at the Medill commencement, and how bad our band was (I got to try out my Chunklet-derived heckle “keep sucking!”).