The graduation practices started this morning, and as soon as the ball got rolling, even before things were explained, I was thrown back to that summer morning, so many years ago, when I myself stood on the eve of my own graduation.
There’s something in that occasion that pulls on heartstrings. It’s a testament to the world that one is worthy to be called an Atenean, a name more precious than any academic achievement. Without being overly romantic, the name is a distinction that one has the capability to change the world. Whether in business, law, medicine, social work or any other career, the Ignatian vision of contemplatives-in-action has been planted in this graduate.
Will they change the world? How will they? Have I?
Did the school make its mark? Did I?
Time will tell.
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As I wound up my reminiscing and reflection, I found myself in another POS rite. My colleagues and I said our “goodbyes” to one another today. Without going into details, I never felt more appreciated and loved in my workplace than today. Teaching can really be a thankless job, but it’s in a time like this that I am reminded how much little gestures mean to people, how dedication to one’s job can inspire, how setting aside time for others is a redemptive work in the creative plan of God. I cannot help but be immensely grateful for the past 3 1/2 years I’ve spent with them: years where I found life, learning and love.
To the Religion Department, henceforth known as the CLE Department, thank you. Words cannot express how much loved I feel because of your friendship. I love you all.
Time to move on and continue changing the world.
