It’s that time of year, when we celebrate hard work, determination and sleepless nights. Okay, so my girls are still in daycare. But they will soon be moving on to preschool, which is a graduation of-sorts, and momentous in its own right.
I have been to a few graduations and rarely do the speakers live up to their call of commencement duty. My friend graduated from Cal Poly and Ozzie Smith was the speaker. I think that the only reason the students listened to his speech was that they kept expecting him to amaze them with a back flip, despite the fact that he said upfront that he would not perform his famous stunt. The speaker at my own college graduation was flat and boring. At least that’s how I remember it. I went to Chico State, where your diploma is taken away if you do not show up at the bars at 6am the morning of graduation. At another, a local politician spoke and said he “knew how these things could be, so he’d keep it short.” He talked for almost a half an hour in 100 degree heat.
While my girls may not go to Dartmouth (we’ll talk college preferences at another time), they can still take Conan’s word to heart.
Okay, some of his words. Girls: ignore the part about snorting Adderall.
It's long, but worth it.