Crying in the Street

Yes, that was me. I saw a student in a cap, gown and hood today, going to a ceremony for another school, not the Ed School. And I started to cry. Like sobbing as I walked down the street. I can't say why. Maybe I was so happy I would be in a graduation tomorrow. Or maybe I was so sad at realizing I had just spent about seven years of my life to do it.

Can't say for sure.

But I do know that it is better to be done that not be done, although the emotional upheaval has let me exhausted and fragile. I think I need a nap.