After graduation comes bursting of the bubble
At the recent Seabury Hall graduation, I sat next to a realist. When the diplomas were being handed out, he commented, “The kids should receive their diploma and then a needle should be inserted into their bubbles.”
While I was laughing, he added, “This school is one big bubble.”
His wife, I think, who sat next to him said, “Cocoon.”
I have attended many of these ceremonies and have followed the lives of graduates. Life is nothing like the years on the hill.
Life’s experiences and the passage of time are carved on our faces. Our psyches are buffeted by the will of others, by karma and by frustration and disappointment.
Long ago, it was said that one’s appearance to the age of 35 is nothing but a composite of recapitulations. Only then does our face reflect one’s actions, thoughts, intentions and feelings. These graduates were only halfway to 35. More than anything else, they reflected the hopes, dreams, plans, intentions, anticipations and expectations of their parents. And the schizophrenic nature of the school.
When this enclave, which originally was a place of elite Europeans, played Hawaiian music, the school’s confusion and the irrelevancy of many of its gestures were complete.