Among the Harvard Graduates
Every journey is made up of moments. It begins with the point of departure, a moment that would become permanently etched in our minds, the moment it all began. When we think back to that moment years from now it will feel like it happened in slow motion, like time was frozen still. We’ll try to recall what it felt like to be in that space, in that time, to breathe in that air and feel the way we did. My journey is brimming with moments like this. Snapshots that capture a dream I was living. These moments, they’re untouchable. For some of us, it began when we were 10 years old, learning about Harvard from watching TV and determining to do everything in our power to become a part of it. For others, it began in high school: growing up in the shadow of Harvard’s glory, intimidated by centuries of celebrated alumni. For most, it began the moment we challenged the assumption that we did not belong there. And then there are the hundreds of images, moments in our memories accumulated over four years here. If you have preconceived notions about this place, throw them away. Harvard is what you make it. It changes and shifts just as we do as individuals. How much we mold it is up to us and the more you shape Harvard, the more it shapes you. I’ve been challenged here. I failed and I’ve succeeded. I’ve grown. I’ve experienced moments of pressure, moments of happiness. I’ll never be the same. This is our moment. This is the end of our journey. And when this moment is gone, our new journeys begins.