Graduation is always emotionally intense, but this year’s really took me down. Aside from the usual elements (hundreds of happy/sad/confused people all gathered together in one place, saying goodbye to students I’m fond of), there were two other factors this year:
- A handful of students in the graduating class have had a parent die, one of them just this spring. The Head of School asked for a moment of silence to acknowledge those who couldn’t be with us, which was lovely. But watching those particular students receive their diplomas was especially piercing.
And
- Next year will be the Snork Maiden’s graduation.
We came home, had lunch, and I lay down on the couch with a book. I napped there, woke up, drank some water, crawled into bed, and pretty much stayed there the rest of the day, alternating reading and sleeping. She borrowed the car around 7 and went to see a friend; I eventually got up and wrote for a while. When she came home, I went back to bed.
I do feel rested today, so that’s good.
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