I spoke too soon. We are SO back.

While I spent a lot of time reminiscing about my campus just a month ago, I am happy to no longer have to think about a graduation without my campus.

No more thinking about Baker Field, the steps I never took on it, or the bus I never rode to it.

No more thinking about the times that I never watched a Football game or never cheered on our soccer team at it (if they even play there).

Instead, I will be thinking about my graduation here, on my campus–albeit without the graduates. (But at least the undergraduates are there!)

A graduation with my campus means I will be able to complain as the tarps get spread over the lawns in April and roll my eyes as the stairs start blocking my path.

A graduation with my campus means I will grumble whenever Alma Mater eventually gets obscured by seating and groan whenever the sun starts shining, and I have to go to the North campus to get some sun.

A graduation with my campus means I’ll get to finally enjoy what those annoying steps obscure.

A graduation with my campus means that my family will get to see Columbia for all I love it to be, and cheer me on to the next stage of my life.

If the Columbia administration had minded to talk to graduating students, I wouldn’t have had that brief scare, but I am glad that it made me realize how much I love this campus.

Especially since a graduation with my campus means I get to graduate at home.

A Commencement, Like Mine, That Is On Low via Bwog Archives