Monday, May 11, 2015

Start of a New Day

Dear Katie,

So you are graduating on Saturday.  I remember my graduation.  Your Mom & Dad and my Mom and Dad were all there.  After they took me out to eat, I stayed one last night in the dorms.  On Sunday morning I packed up my clothes and my memories into my pick up truck and then sat in our school's formal lounge.  It was once a majestic hotel, but on that day, the inside was dark and so empty of the vibrance that I was so used to as fellow students, my friends, raced through to go to their rooms, the cafeteria, off to class, or down to the gym.  

I sat there with my friend Ingrid talking about good times as I gazed through the open doors leading to my truck.  The sun blazing through was bright and inviting, but a part of me didn't want to go.

"I know the moment I step through those doors, all this is over", I told her.

We walked together toward the door, her like the angel that supposedly leads you to the light upon your death, and then I boldly made my egress, the light of the day was in stark contrast to the now lifeless college campus in summer.  The sun was my baptism into adulthood.

And that is where you will be on Saturday.  Take in every last minute.  Say the things to your friends that you always wanted to say.  It may be your last opportunity.  Try to remember the faces of those people who may not be your closest friends, but those people who seemed to be always around and made your time in college a bit better just by knowing them.  Forget those who may have made life miserable at time, they are not worth the valuable memory space in your mind.

College is the most unique time of your life, you will never experience anything like it again.  But your life isn't college.  Embrace change.

You are about to spend a summer preparing for what I believe is the greatest job in the world, teaching.  The first few years are going to be the toughest you will ever face.  You will design lessons that you think should last 40 min, but they will take 10 minutes or 10 class periods.  The demands on your time as you strive to keep up with grading and paperwork, while designing engaging lessons will all take their toll.  You will wish you were back at college working on term papers late into the night.

Trust me, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Persevere!

The light will always lead you into your next great experience.

Like the September morning sun that blazed through the door as it opened into the little cottage classroom as students from the Christian Heritage School Class of '93 came through on my first day of teaching.

Like the sun the broke through the sanctuary at a Presbyterian church in Fairfield, CT as your aunt walked through the doors with her dad on the day of our wedding.

Like the maternity room lights formed a spotlight in my mind as they announced the arrival of your cousin Maddie.  Or the sun the lacked in brilliance because your other cousin Aubrey filled the room with her brightness when we first met her.

There is always a new day.

There is always light in the darkness.

Uncle Kevin