Graduation advice from an old friend: don't use your liver, find the buffet
Earlier this week, the scene editors asked me to write a piece about Commencement, so that the graduating seniors would know what to expect next month. They mentioned my journalistic excellence, my gift of wit, my overall brilliance, and something about a shortage of articles for this week that we don't need to get into. Whatever the means, here I am. So let's discuss graduation or, more importantly, what I think about graduation.
It all starts when you return from Myrtle, and your class decides Senior Week will not be done right unless you actually succumb to liver failure while...
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