Graduation day. Nothing like it. There they are, the scholars and the jocks and the popular kids and the shy ones, the ones who loved American History and the ones who slumped in their seats every day and you had to wind them up like mechanical toys to get them engaged. The girls have anchored their mortarboards with bobby pins and despite what the principal said at rehearsal, they’re wearing brand new stiletto sandals. The boys are tall and they are men, in their rustling rayon gowns from Josten’s. You are worried about the students who chose to enlist instead of to enroll in college. It hits you in a wave how much you care about these new adults, and this particular June you’re fearful about the dashing of their hopes in the recession world they will confront tomorrow. read more »
