A Remarkable Day
Saturday was the big day. I couldn’t believe that graduation was upon me and that my academic career had finally concluded. Like many of my classmates, a powerful sense of jubilance flooded over me throughout the duration of the ceremony. It was our day and our moment of triumph. As we often said in our grad program in the weeks leading up to graduation day, “We survived the academic struggle.”
The day was a monumental occasion of nostalgia and optimism. Nostalgia in the sense that my classmates and I reminisced about our first few days in the program and how far we had come, optimism in the sense that we all were looking forward to the next phase of our lives with great anticipation. I wished all of them the best of luck and I know for a fact that they’ll be fine in any and all endeavors that they undertake. Going to a historically black college or university (HBCU) had countless benefits. However, one benefit that I admired the most about this experience was being able to spend two years in a program with a collection of diligent, intelligent, ambitious and sophisticated young African American men and women. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything else in the world.
Graduation day is an occasion that all students should look forward to with significant enthusiasm. Anyone who walks across the stage should be very proud of their accomplishments and take a second to reflect on all of the hard work, sacrifice and commitment that they put in to make the day a reality.
As they called up our academic program and my classmates and I walked across the stage to receive our degrees, the moment itself was over just as soon as it had begun. Literally, brevity was in order and it all happened in the blink of an eye. But hey, it was all worth it.
As I look towards the future and close this chapter of my life, I stop and I say one final thing that probably echoed all across the world from anyone who graduated this past weekend: “Congrats to the class of 2015, we made it!!”