Judy Blume:
“Are you there God? It’s me, a graduating senior. I just told my parents I want to get an MFA in poetry. Please help me grow God. You know where.”
Edgar Allen Poe:
“Once upon a commencement dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary …” ’Tis some distant aunt,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door — Who only gave me a gift card and nothing more.”
J.K. Rowling:
“But you know, employment can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to major in STEM.”
Jaques Derrida:
“In order to function, that is, to be readable, a signature must have a repeatable, iterable, imitable form; my poststructuralism justifies reusing the same cover letter over and over.”
Walt Whitman:
“O Me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; Of the empty and useless years of undergrad — The question, what good was my Art History minor, O me, O life?
William Faulkner:
“Some days in late May at college are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…”
