“... a single carefree superlative has the power to destroy, for readers, the object of your enthusiasm.” Strunk & White, in this case I respectfully disagree. I had the best possible time at Hamilton.
In 2007, I wrote a letter to myself in 2011. My 2007 self was afraid of failure.
I won’t make that mistake again.
I couldn’t possibly be happier about spending the past four years here. This Hill may very well be the greatest place in the world.
Being a Choir member, I’ve been to several graduations. It is a pleasantly familiar place, but this time the bagpipes played for me. I wish Grandpa could have been here, too.
If Hamilton College were a person, we’d probably have matching tattoos. Alas, a diploma will have to do. Thanks for everything, HamCo.
It’s hard to think that almost everything anyone will write on your Wikipedia page hasn’t happened yet. I have no clue what will be there.
The end is:
It’s also the beginning
Of our next adventures.
From Seattle to Clinton (including a side trip to London), it’s been a rather unlikely collegiate journey. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Walking the stage with strep; not exactly a picture-perfect ending. Thanks for the memories, Hamilton — the good, bad and in-between. Hopefully next time we meet, I’ll be running a 98.6.
Our four years have really been something. You’ve taught me a lot, but it’s time for me to move on. It’s been real, Hamilton. Thanks.
Hamilton, thank you for not getting angry as I spend Commencement afternoon picking out music for the road trip to grad school. I promise, it hurts to leave you.
Welcomed into the distinguished community
of Hamilton College alumni!
I know that when I get home, Papa will say, “You’re all right, kid.” I look forward to hearing that, even more than getting the diploma.