I graduated. I got a little red book with my name and a lot of latin. I got a small pile of cash and checks. I'd forgotten that graduation presents existed. A pleasant surprise. And I'm not too sure how the rest of this is going to go. But we should all be alright. We may be poor, lonely, unfulfilled for a time. We may have to pawn our
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That is one of the great things about graduating and moving away from The Bard: you don't see those people again.
Unless you're like me and live in Williamsburg, home to every Bard graduate, according to Michael Bloomberg.
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