The Graduate

Each year around this time, I start to feel a little nostalgic and honestly a little sad. Why you may ask? It's not cold, the sun is out and therefore the days are longer. "Cheer up!" you're probably saying.

Come the end of May, I once again realize that I'm a grown-up. I've been out of college for four years (this weekend). That should be enough time for it to sink in, don't you think? I pay bills, pay taxes and have responsibilities. Yet, for some reason, once summer begins, all I want is to be a kid again and spend my days barefoot, outside, swimming in a pool, sipping on icepops, the blue ones to be exact. Do any of you feel this way?

I've seen many a graduate around the city this week. Dressed in their long robes with such a pomp and circumstance in their walk, they all seem so excited and proud. All I want to say is enjoy your summer! But, I just smile and walk past. Why are we in such a hurry to grow up? I guess because we have to.

Graduation ranks up there as one of the happiest (and most fun) days of my life. My little brother is going back to our college, Elon, this weekend to see other friends and fraternity brothers get their degrees on Saturday. He graduated just last year, another happy moment for me as I got to experience it all again but from the other side.

Congratulations to all the 2010 graduates this year! If you can, enjoy your summer, walk barefoot, swim in pools and eat blue icepops. And please, don't grow up too fast.