Blink once, maturation: twice, graduation; thrice, compensation.
Education scares us to breadth.
Graduation is a decked-out, hand-shook, best-foot forward.
The greatest pleasure of a good education comes as we slowly unwrap it.
No pomp will avoid circumstance.
“You can do anything you set your heart on” is the official lie presented with all diplomas.
Only love will save us from platitudes.
A perfect attendance award is how we honor what is amazing — and freakish.
At graduations we give endless awards to cover ubiquitous mediocrity.
Reality doesn’t usually receive an invitation to graduation, but it always attends the first job.
We clap during the graduation roll call because the ceremony is almost over and lunch is about to begin.
Graduate, certificate; educate and celebrate!