To the Class of 2020

This isn’t how Graduating is meant to happen. After four-ish years of managing academics, career, health, and a social life—everything’s switched off. Okay, I’m exaggerating about the social life. All the final moments that were supposed to happen, just won’t. At least not in the expected way. Maybe for you that’s commencement. Maybe it’s a formal or a theater production. There was something that mattered to you if you choose to admit it or not. For me, it was simply watching one more spring pass through a surprisingly beautiful urban campus.