I don’t like this time of year. Graduation time makes me feel sad, a little sick to my stomach, more than a little anxious. My own graduations (high school, college) made me feel this way, knowing that my life was about to change forever, and in unknown ways. The life I was leaving was about to vanish into memory. And then there were the break-ups. I graduated from high school in May ’91; in May of ’92 I broke up with my boyfriend of 5 years. In May of ’94 I had a major falling out with my sister (which we repaired about 6 months later, but at the time it was very upsetting). May of ’95 I graduated from college, and the guy I’d dated off and on for 3 years broke my heart. Always at graduation time.
It’s a good thing I have V’s birthday to look forward to this year, followed by a respite from the heavy work load of this academic cycle.