Demetrius Minnick-Tucker, Writing Consultant
A day most looked for —and for some —a day most prolonged: graduation is an inevitable reality of one’s academic career. And with last assignments and (more sadly) last goodbyes rushing after you as the school year comes to a close, it’s easy to forget the wonder of one’s college experience. So, in an attempt to slow you down and capture your entire academic career before it comes to a screeching end, if you would, join me for a moment of nostalgia. An ode to the graduates:
Attend to the letter forged from this pen,
The days of May-time, gone with the wind…
Seasons come, seasons go,
Experience taught us how to know:
Flower’s blossom, spring-time is here!
Leaves begin to fade,
Met by a chilling crusade,
It’s clear, winter-time is near.
A generation comes, a generation goes,
That’s how school years often go:
The chapters begun, excited with a glow,
The chapter continues, long studying, only to expect the unknown;
The chapter slows to a close,
The chapter ends on a solemn note; alone.
So the story goes,
Freshman to Senior year.
Then, young and uncertain,
Now, matured and determined.
Senior year is here, and I can say I have known
The highs and the lows,
And the paradox, that senior year
Is as the close of a remarkably happy career:
You’ve heard the applauds,
The criticisms and the assuring nods,
You’ve known what it is to hurt,
Yet, wake up tomorrow for work.
Oh Senior Year!
What have you meant to me?
You have been like a sweet flower,
Fragrant, and beautiful to behold;
However, Time awoke: beckoning your bower
To join its withering cold.