The Miami times. [volume] (Miami, Fla.) 1923-current, 1956-06-02
WE'LL REMEBER ALWAYS
GRADUATION DAY '56


The first strains of the process
-sional could be heard as the long
line of black capped and gowned
figures moved slowly into the aud
itorium. This is graduation day,
1856, a big day in the lives of so
many graduating seniors who
have looked forward to this day
with eager anticipation. But it has
been a long time hasn't 1t? You
have seen any number of your
friends and colleagues march
around the campus on onto the
stage of the auditorium for that
all-important document which
states that graduate whose name
is signed hereon has completed
the requirements of the college and
is granted bachelors degree.
"How lucky am" you say to
yourself. But are you really
lucky? oh, no! This is only the
beginning. But you refute this
statement with: "But we were told
that four years ago when we
graduated from high SCHOOL,"
How true that statement Is, and
II will always be true until you
have reached the pinnacle Of your
ability.
You enter the auditorium and
suddenly a cold chill overtakeS
your body. You wonder whether
you will faint before you get to
your seat. Your head feels heavy,
your eyes begin to blur and sud-
denly you can't hold back the
salty substance which forces it
self from your eyelids. You let
it flow freely and a moment later
you feel better. This IS the mo-
ment you've waited for.
Since September, 1852 you've
looked forward to this moment.
You didn't realize the trials and
tribulations you would have to
encounter. No one told you that
there would be days when you
would want to give up. You could
not understand why all the sense
less assignments were given. You
couldn't understand why there
were not more hours in a day.
Yes, and while you wondered,
time passed on. Each d a y
brought you nearer and nearer
to the end of another week; each
week to another month; each
month to another year.
You remember freshmen pro
and you look back on that time
and laugh to yourself. That was
one experience you'll never for.
get. Remember how you slavlsh-
ly wrote letters for upperclass-
men who never thought of mail
Ing them? Or how religIously you
learned the alma mater, only to
be told that you had to sing 1t In
the tune Of the "Star Spangled
Hanner?".. You blew out. lights,
you were called dog and dogette,
you were treated like step child
and yet you survive II somehow.
You hear snatches of the COM
mencement speakers address as
you continue to think about the
golden days
81 could have done better in
history 102," you tell yourself,
eff only / had applied myself"
But it's too late to think about
that now. You passed the course
with a &C" and that meant that
you had met the requirements
satisfactorily. You think about
your other courses and your in
structors. Sometimes you wished
that you could have dropped a
bomb on the whole darn place
and forget about securing an ed
ucation. That wasn't very prac-
teal idea, consequently, you gave
it up.
Your sophomore year came
and you felt pretty grown-up.
This was your chance to avenge
all the mistreatment you receiv-
ed as a freshman. You learned
new people, became member OF
a social club and fraternal or
ganization (you didn't want to be
left out of anything). Studies be-
came rougher, but you were
tougher now. You could more
readily cope with the situation.
You weren't a green freshman
anymore.
When you became junior, you
n
were dashing, we'll known and
liked, one Of the group. How well
you remember those bull sessions