My high school graduation was a big family celebration. It marked the end of my life at home. I was anticipating the next phase of life - moving away to university. That path led me half way around the world, where I eventually graduated with no family at my side. That was one time I wished they were near...
Remembering what it was like to celebrate alone, I like to be there whenever any of my children walks across the stage.
It's a time to celebrate the end of an era (being a student) - and remember those who have taught you and those behind the scenes who have proof read your papers and encouraged you on.
It's our day, too: Parents, family, friends... husband or wife.
Good luck, all you future journalists! We're counting on you to tell it right!
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