Tonight marks the very, very last class I will ever take as an undergraduate student. As soon as my professor turns in my grades, I will then be officially an Alumna of Augsburg College.
I know it’s overused but one of the classics anyway:
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong woman stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the woman who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends herself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if she fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that her place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
― Theodore Roosevelt (slightly paraphrased)
It’s downplayed, these days, how much of an accomplishment getting an undergraduate education really is. You set aside literal years of your life to acquire and develop a skill set. When you get out, believe it or not, you’re an expert on what you’ve just spent four years doing. So congratulations, Class of 2014, and enjoy the glow of your accomplishments.