Flashes of Panic

Thinking about graduations in the past few weeks, I also thought about everyone’s bête noir, the Class Notes, that quarterly litany of your peers’ successes and triumphs.

I imagined a commencement speaker…

“Those of you sitting before me will lead corporations and nations. You will invent, address the world’s great problems, save lives, and battle disease. You will peer beyond the edges of our world…”

Pause.

“You do understand that you don’t each have to do all of these things, right?”