On living consequentially
(09/29/22 9:59am)
If I am being entirely transparent, I’m not sure that I remember anything from my own convocation. After the most exhausting week of my life, I feel quite certain I slept through some of it or, at the very least, was too worried about my first day of classes for anything to register. So when I was given the chance to attend convocation two weeks ago — three years after my own — I was excited for what I hoped would be a moving, full-circle experience.