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We are (rapidly) approaching Commencement here at Harvard. Classes are over; fluttering robes and other regalia are appearing on the streets of Cambridge; the Yard is filling up with folding chairs, audio speakers and other equipment. (Three days to go.)

I’ve been walking through the Yard whenever I can, watching it all take shape: watching the banners unfurl and the stage come together on the south porch of Memorial Church, piece by piece. There is a comfort in these steady rituals, year after year, a reliability deepened by knowing where to look.

Most of our students at the Kennedy School of Government, where I work, are graduating after one or two years in a master’s program, while our Ph.D. students have been in it for a longer haul. But many of the students earning their undergraduate degrees from Harvard College have spent four years in this place. And as of this spring, so have I.

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This time of year always makes me reflective: we are wrapping up another academic season, pausing before the plunge into summer, stopping to take stock of what we’ve accomplished and what we’ve gained. We are celebrating another class of graduating students right before we lose them: we are sending (most of) them out into the world, charging them to take what they’ve learned here and do some good.

Yet those of us who stay, who spend our workdays year-round in this place, are under the same charge: to take what we have learned, what we have built here, and do some good.

During this turbulent academic year – a year in which I’ve been adjusting, simultaneously, to a new job and to constantly shifting political realities, which directly affect said job – I have been thinking of James Baldwin’s words about America. Baldwin asserted his love for this country, and added in the next breath, “Exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.”

Similarly, I have developed a bone-deep love for Harvard, but I insist on the right to question it perpetually, and yes, sometimes to criticize it.

To be a part of this place, with its nearly four centuries of history, tradition and scholarship, is also to reckon with its scars and inconsistencies, its blind spots and the weight of its privilege. It is to keep speaking up (in my own quiet way), insisting on a place for those who have often been marginalized here: women, immigrants, African Americans and other minorities, those who don’t fit the mold of the “traditional” Harvard student or employee. It is to believe – sometimes by an effort of will – that I belong here, and that my voice matters: that I, too, am Harvard.

Over the past four years, I’ve worked in three different areas of Harvard: the Ed School, where I first landed and began to stretch my wings; the Harvard Gazette, where I survived a wild and wonderful Commencement season last year; and the Kennedy School, where I spend my days now. I have worked hard to make a place for myself here, to find a home, and I’ve been surprised and delighted to find several. In addition to all three of my offices (current and former), there are other corners of Harvard that belong to me.

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The sunken garden on Appian Way, where tulips and iris bob their vivid heads in the spring and summer. A particular carved wooden pew in Memorial Church, where I have sat on many mornings this year, listening to the choir sing and the congregation recite the Lord’s Prayer. A cluster of squashy armchairs in Lamont Library, with a window that looks out into the trees. The second-floor room at the Harvard Art Museums that holds my favorite Monet paintings and one of Degas’ Little Dancer sculptures. And I can’t forget the places that are technically not part of Harvard, but that anchor me and nourish me here in the Square: the flower shop, the Harvard Book Store, and – most especially – Darwin’s.

As I’ve said before, working at Harvard is often like working anywhere else: there are politics and frustrations and paperwork, and also triumphs and community and good, satisfying work. I have struggled here, and felt lost and heartbroken – especially after being laid off, two years ago this month. I have also worked hard for every relationship I’ve built here, and that work has been rewarded: now I regularly see familiar faces around the Square, or have coffee dates and congenial email exchanges with colleagues and friends. This feels like my place, and it is: I speak the language, I know the streets and buildings, I understand the rhythms of this neighborhood. There is so much more to learn (there always is), but I am rooted here, and thriving.

Like our students, I realize that what I’ve gained here – what I have been given, and also what I have worked hard for – comes with responsibility. So I’ll keep asking questions, keep moving forward, keep thinking about how to do my work well, how to affect this place for good.

I’m not graduating with a degree from Harvard this year. But I am grateful, down to my bones, for my four years (and counting) in this place that is ever more mine.

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  • 32,000 folding chairs set up in Harvard Yard (a few of which are pictured above).
  • A 60% chance of rain on Commencement day, which did not – thank goodness – come to pass.
  • Ten honorary degrees conferred, including one to opera singer Renee Fleming, who sang “America the Beautiful” on Commencement morning in Harvard Yard.
  • 701 brand-new graduates from the Graduate School of Education, the corner of Harvard where I work.
  • $24,400 (and counting!) raised by 78% (a record percentage!) of those same 701 graduates for their Class Gift campaign. It will go toward financial aid for next year’s students.
  • Three times now I’ve stood in Radcliffe Yard and watched our graduates march in. The sight chokes me up every year.
  • Eight maps attached to the lanyard I wore around my neck, since my job was directing graduates during the processional.
  • Two student friends I got to hug on their way in, and one I found afterward in the melee of families, friends and flapping graduation robes.
  • Countless cameras, tweets, tears, Facebook posts, bottles of water, proud family members, and rounds of applause.

Some of this pomp and pageantry is unique to Harvard, and some of it is common to universities the world over. This is an archetypal place, at once beautifully distinctive and deeply familiar. And I am so proud to be a part of its Commencement each year.

Congratulations to all those who graduated. We salute you. We believe, as the Ed School’s dean, Jim Ryan, said yesterday, that you all are going to rock. We know – because of what you have learned here, but more importantly because of who you are – that your work, and your presence, will change the world.

Most of all, we are proud to know you, and grateful to call you our own.

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When we left Queen’s we knew everybody and had a place of our own. […] Now we feel as if the ground had slipped from under our feet. I’m thankful that neither Mrs. Lynde nor Mrs. Elisha Wright know, or ever will know, my state of mind at present. They would exult in saying ‘I told you so,’ and be convinced it was the beginning of the end. Whereas it is just the end of the beginning.

Anne of the Island, L.M. Montgomery

I always think of Anne’s words at this time of year, when flapping black robes and colorful hoods appear on the streets of Boston and Cambridge, when nervous almost-graduates have to answer the question “What are you doing next?” for the seventy-sixth time. Families flood into town to watch their sons, daughters and siblings walk across those stages. For weeks, you can’t set foot outside without tripping over a few knots of family-members-cum-tourists, disoriented but excited, trying to squeeze in all the sightseeing and still get everyone where they’re supposed to be on time.

I’m no longer a student, but I have never left the world of higher education. I’ve worked at three universities, and I spent a year in Oxford earning a graduate degree. Last week was my first Harvard commencement, and though I mostly watched it from afar, it thrilled me to be part of a centuries-old tradition, distinctive yet common to universities around the world.

The festivities began for us on Wednesday afternoon, with the Ed School’s Convocation ceremony under a big white tent in Radcliffe Yard. I manned the Class Gift table with two colleagues, and we watched our office’s intern, Evan, present the class gift check to our dean and then deliver her speech, perfectly poised. (She’s a class act and a fellow West Texan – which makes me doubly proud.)

evan speech convocation

The Thursday morning exercises in Tercentenary Theatre (adjacent to Harvard Yard) are always packed, and tickets are hard to come by, so I watched the live stream online with my colleagues (in our air-conditioned offices – it was 92 degrees!). But I did walk through the day before:

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I’ve never seen so many folding chairs or college banners in one place. And even when it was (mostly) empty, you could feel the buzz in the air.

On the day, the pomp and circumstance were such fun to watch – as were the quirky details, from President Faust’s crimson shoes to the deans all hugging Oprah (the afternoon’s featured speaker) during their brief times onstage. And the student speeches – one in Latin, two in English – were simply wonderful. My favorite quote came from Jon Murad, a New York police officer who earned a graduate degree at the Kennedy School of Government:

Here’s the secret: Everyone changes the world. Everything ripples. What matters is how we do it.

That is the excitement of commencement, at Harvard or anywhere else: the idea that these graduates will leave campus and begin working to change the world. It is an end, especially for the undergraduates – but it is also a beginning. They are leaving a place where they have become comfortable and known, but they are on the cusp of another grand adventure.

We’re settling into summer mode around here: tying up loose ends from the school year, dodging tourists with oversized cameras, shifting our attention to projects we’d been saving for quieter days. The tents have been folded, the chairs stacked and carted away. But the air still shimmers with the excitement – and uncertainty – of all those beginnings.

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‘Tis the season for graduations, for flapping robes and square mortarboards, for colorfully archaic hoods and regalia. I’m a bit removed, personally, from all the beginnings and endings this year. But I work on a college campus (in Boston, that most densely packed of college towns), so the sights, sounds and attendant nervous excitement of graduation are in the air.

I’ve been thinking about another graduation, though. A slightly smaller one, held in the echoing gym of a junior college on the plains of West Texas, filled with graduates in purple robes, shuffling feet squeaking against the varnished wood floor. At the back of the room, another group of teenagers huddled behind spindly music stands, looking a bit lost without their graduating friends and section leaders. They played “Pomp and Circumstance,” but the piece that made me well up, sitting in the front row wearing my gold Salutatorian stole embroidered with trailing green vines, was “Amazing Grace.”

midland high school graduation speech 2002

Giving my speech

From where I sit now, a married woman with a grown-up office job and two literature degrees, it’s hard to believe that day was ten years ago.

My high school began releasing class rankings in the ninth grade, so for several years I knew I occupied the number-two spot in our class. The order of the top few places never shifted, though my friend Kate, in third place, constantly threatened to overtake me or even nab the valedictorian spot from our friend Cody. She never did, though, and in May of our senior year, Cody and I began thinking about – and procrastinating on – writing our speeches.

Several times during those last few weeks of school, we’d pass each other in the hallway, and one of us would ask, “Started your speech yet?” “Nope. You?” “Nope, not yet!” We’d grin nervously and part ways, both of us still wondering what on earth we were going to say.

When a student photographer called us out of class to snap our photo for the yearbook, we sat in the school courtyard for half an hour, talking about graduation and the upcoming summer and what would happen after. I knew, though I never said it aloud, that one reason I put off writing the speech was because it made graduation – and the wide, intimidating world beyond it – seem suddenly real.

A yearbook moment

My mom, as I kept procrastinating, kept slipping me sheets of yellow legal paper with lists of speech ideas. Nothing struck me, though, until she handed me a sheet covered with the lyrics to Lee Ann Womack’s “I Hope You Dance.”

If you don’t know the song (which means you weren’t listening to country or pop radio in the early 2000s, because it was all over the place), it is a heartfelt, if sentimental, plea to embrace life, to resist the urge to play it safe by sitting in the shadows. As a shy bookworm who nevertheless had big plans and who did, in fact, love to dance, I thrilled to the song’s central line: “When you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance.”

I didn’t sing it up on stage. I wasn’t brave enough for that, and anyway I don’t have Womack’s vocal range. But I did stand up there in my bright purple gown and read out a few of the lyrics. And I looked down at Cody in the front row, at my best friend Jon in the second row, at my fellow band nerds clustered in the back, instruments on their laps. I searched the rows of faces for my best friends, for Mike and Adam and Lina and Brittany, and I glanced over to the left at my family in the bleachers, my parents and sister and three grandparents. And I urged that auditorium full of people, many of whom I would never see again, to dance.

Celebrating – and relieved it’s over

Sometimes I still feel like that high school senior, awkward and hopeful and unsure – though she would be amazed at all the dancing, literal and figurative, I have done in the last ten years. She would hardly believe I joined a swing dance club or lived in Europe for a year or landed a gig writing book reviews for a national publication. But she would understand – she does understand – the courage it took to get to where I am, and the reasons I wear a silver disk around my neck inscribed with the word “brave.”

I wish I still had a copy of that speech somewhere, but I doubt the paper copies have survived my many moves, and the computer on which I typed it has long been consigned to the garbage. To this day, though, those lyrics still thrum occasionally through my heart and soul, and they remind me: Dance. Always dance.

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graduation update

It’s been an exciting week and a half…proposal, birthday, finals week, awards ceremonies, senior dinners, graduation, and LOTS of pictures snapped along the way. Here are a few shots from this past weekend, in which Betsy gave a speech, Jeremiah received an award, they both graduated, and J and I attended a lovely wedding at the Williams Performing Arts Center on the ACU campus (ohhhhh, I want to get married there now).

Here’s my beautiful sister giving her speech (written with the help of yours truly):

Here’s Richard Beck giving a hilarious speech about T-ball and life at graduation:


All the Noah-clan girlies after graduation:

From left to right: me, Betsy, Neno (Mom’s mom), my mom, and Mimi (my dad’s mother, who is famous for talking through pictures).

Me with my newly graduated fiance:

Dad and me later, eating a steak dinner at Perini Ranch:


Mom and Betsy, who I swear look more like sisters than anything else:


Me with my sweet Neno:


Finally, J and me before Lauren’s wedding, goofing around:

I LOVE the dress I’m wearing. It is the perfect little black dress…simple, chic, flowy, fits me well, comfortable, and I always feel gorgeous in it. I’ve danced in it both in Texas and Hawaii, worn it to weddings and on dates, and it never fails to make me feel fabulous. If only I could find it in a floor-length version, with a little beading or something, for my wedding…

Anyway – enjoy the pictures. These are the happy smiling faces of some of my favourite people in this world.

Happy Wednesday!

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