At My Graduation, My Dad Told 2,000 People Not to Clap — I Stepped Back to the Mic

an honest place rather than a polished one. Faculty members I had never spoken to were standing. In the student section, my classmates — people I had studied with and eaten terrible dining hall food with and pulled all-nighters with and leaned on in the particular ways that four years of proximity creates — were on their feet.

Somewhere in the crowd,continue reading …