Tomorrow I walk.
Tomorrow I don a cap, gown, and hood and will walk.
In retrospect it has been both a short and a long year. I have learned a lot and feel, for the most part, prepared to move forward as a teacher, to take this next step in the journey of my life.
I am not particularly looking forward to walking tomorrow. If you must know, I am playing the Master’s graduate, dressed in garb and marching to the pomp and circumstance, for only one reason – my family. I think it is important for my boys to see the concrete progression, the achievement that comes of hard work.
So tomorrow I will awkwardly cross the stage, shake hands with someone of great importance to my college (someone who’s name I should really know?), pause for a professional photographer to capture the moment, and then descend from the stage without falling on my face.
I would rather not walk but walk I will. And I know, in some rather small part of my heart that if I did not I would regret it.
And so tomorrow I walk.