June 1, 2007
I was supposed to cry. I tried, even, and managed to sniffle a few times - the fresh faces, the promises and hope for the future, all up on the stage. So appropriate hearing 'pomp and circumstance' as they parade up, the cynic in me thinks of the grandiose composition that signifies all the ways we pretty up others and make them more important so they can pass laws and pass judgment and pass before our eyes, heads held high, having accomplished the first of many goals. Now they do it on their own, for real, no parents pushing.