I am a master! A Master of Business Administration, to be exact. I walked on Sunday, a day that lived up to my graduation day tradition of cloudy, rainy weather turning into beaming sunshine.
The ceremony was dignified, despite the flaming red gowns and hideous brown velvet hoods we had to wear. I joked to my parents that had I known what the graduation regalia looked like when I was applying to schools, I would’ve had second thoughts about BU. In all honesty, though, I am so glad to have gone to BU and made the connections that I did with all my dear friends who are now spiriting off to other corners of the country and globe. We keep having to remind ourselves that it is the end of a beginning, not the beginning of an end.
