Today was graduation. I get to sit on the stage since I’m an administrator for the district. I was just going to comment on the class quote but now that I’m thinking about it I’ll tell you why this was extra emotional for graduation. I started this job three and a half years ago, just a few months before there was an accident in front of the school and one of the students died while crossing the street. That was shortly after they all just started a new high school. There were lots of speeches that mentioned her and a poem read by three of the women who then presented her father with a degree for her. Lots of tears and smeared mascara. I was very glad to be there tonight.
But back to the class quote, it was something like:
Your life isn’t measured by the number of breaths you take.
It’s measured by the number of times your breath is taken away.
I do wonder how my life will be measured by others in the future and I really liked how this made me think about how I measure my life.
There was one graduate walking across the stage, she just had this earthy quality about her. And then I noticed her (lack of) shoes. She’ll be remembered for that and many other things I’m sure…