To the Class of 2020, boy I’m awful sorry.
It’s sad and kinda depressing that you won’t have a traditional graduation, whether for high school or college. I should know – I’m part of this graduating class too.
It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you’ve worked so hard for several years, overcoming so much only to be told you can’t walk across the stage (or you can, but your folks can’t be there to cheer you on).
On a personal note, see that building up there? It’s the mighty Ayres Hall of the University of Tennessee, atop the infamous Hill. I should be passing by that building every day, delivering books or just generally taking a short walk. Heck, I even had my senior year internship here.
I swung by campus a few weeks ago to get some pictures for a class, taking that shot in the process. I miss the campus atmosphere, but I not as much as I miss the people on campus.
Tomorrow, Friday, May 8th, 2020, I was supposed to walk with my fellow graduates, earning a Bachelor of Science in Communications, Magna Cum Laude. That’s not happening, though, and we have yet to hear of a tentative date for celebrations of all university graduates.
When this is over, they better allow all the air horns and confetti in the world for this class when they are finally celebrated. They deserve it.
“One that beareth the torch shadoweth oneself to give light to others.”
Roaming Appaloosa 