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Grad speeches are done, and although this is my usual medium for output, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders.
All there was left was to tear up a bit, laugh a lot and enjoy free spirits.
I love my grad class. I've said it a million times, and I'll say it again. These are some of the best kids around. They've shaken me to the core and inspired me a thousand times over.
Tonight was a mile stone and only a glimpse of what our actual grad is going to look like. It's both nerve-wracking and exciting all in one. It's bittersweet to be able to see the end of things. But I can breathe now.

Anyways, it's time to pack for San Francisco, pull an all-nighter and then pass out on the bus. See you in 7.