Finally, the moment arrived for the conferring of degrees. We rose by departments, crossing the stage to receive our diplomas and shake hands with university officials. When my name was called, I heard Grandma Eleanor’s distinctive whistle cutting through the polite applause.
Lily, returning to her seat, gave me a thumbs up as we passed each other. After the degrees were conferred, University President Harlow approached the podium again. Before we conclude today’s ceremony, we have several special recognitions to present.
First, I invite Emma Wilson of the School of Business to deliver this year’s student address. As I made my way to the stage, I caught a glimpse of my parents. For the first time that day, they were looking directly at me, confusion evident in their expressions.
Clearly, they hadn’t expected their less promising daughter to receive this honor. Taking the podium, I drew a deep breath and began. Four years ago, I arrived at Westfield with nothing but determination and the belief that education should be earned, not given.