Graduation Day. |
When my middle niece graduated in 2020, it was a pandemic-forced limited-attendance
ceremony a month or two later than the usual May schedule. Seating was marked
out in the field in social-distanced squares. The local community television
station streamed the event and I watched from home on my computer. We celebrated with a
graduation party on a weekend.
This year’s graduation was in person and on the usual May
timetable. A slide show played on a big screen above the stage to entertain the
spectators on the field in a sea of folding chairs with bleachers forming a
backdrop. The sun hovered just above the stage, and a bank of slightly moody clouds was a
blessing for the eyes.
The only shot, and not a good one. |
The graduates marched onto the field in a stream of vivid purple like the irises in my front yard,
accompanied by a recording of the Graduation March, aka, “Pomp and Circumstance.”
The speakers were interesting, the weather was a mix of blinding sun and moody
clouds, the temperature was pleasant in the low to mid 70s, and in one hour and fifteen minutes, it was done. The attempt at a photo of her on stage and screen receiving her diploma was not very successful.
After the ceremony, our location (near the concession stand) was texted to our newly
minted graduate with honors from the Cabinetmaking program. Like most of the other
families on site, we gathered for hugs and photos and congratulations. In a
week we will get serious with a party to honor the graduate and her accomplishments. And maybe get some better photos.
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