Barb's Burblings

Gettysburg’s commencement is this weekend.

Gettysburg’s commencement is this weekend. So it’s been two years since I graduated. That seems so…bizarre. I remember my graduation day. The fear of rain. Eating in the back of Servo for the last time. Walking across campus, past Esther and the Burgian office. The fear of slipping on the wet stairs. But what really strikes me about that day is remembering that afternoon, after I’d finished moving into Lamp Post. I was walking up Stevens Street to Safety & Security, I guess to drop off my key to Apple? I’m not sure. It was only about 5, but the place was already deserted. Everyone had packed up and gone. Even the chairs on the lawn were gone. Except for the banners waving, you wouldn’t even have known graduation had happened; you wouldn’t have known about all these kids who were now on their way out into the world. It was a sad moment. But hey, it was followed by sammiches at Brent’s party, then carousing at O’Rourke’s, so no bad there.