Its that time of year again — Commencement. A time when starry eyed young students look to a vast plethora of opportunity. Their faces are shiny. Their minds are bursting at the seems to tackle the world — the real world. Every day I drive by two of THE most prestigious universities in the country — Harvard University and MIT in Cambridge, MA. Every day, I see countless students go about their day — studying, reading, discussing, pontificating. You can’t help but feel the cerebral energy in the air. Today, while driving home from work — I noticed those gleaming faces were accompanied with other gleaming faces — parents/relatives/friends. All enthusiastic and proud for the various knowledge/degree that THEIR student have accomplished. The adoration for such a treasured moment just seemed to be dripping everywhere. Its a wonderful happy time.
It seems here in Boston, graduation is an intense event. Swarms of parents and loved ones flood Beantown to experience what most Bostonians take for granted daily . They visit the museums, travel the Freedom Trail, and walk along the Charles River. For some strange reason, I never remembered graduation time in south Florida. In this town, however, it seems everyone and their mother holds some kind of professional degree — MD, PhD, MD/PhD, JD, MS, MBA, PharmD, PsyD — the list literally goes on. What is equally astonishing — is that nearly every other person seems to be getting their degrees from Harvard or MIT. Its as if it were easily attainable — like water. One day, I won’t be awed — but until then, my brain still does the mental “wow”.