You can be sitting right where you are now. Looking up at me. Probably—hopefully, I pray for you—hungover. And then twenty years from now, you can wake up and find yourself in the Hanover Inn full of fear and terror because you are going to give the commencement speech. Dry mouth. Heart beats so, so fast. Everything in slow motion. Pass out, die, poop. Which one of you will it be? Which member of the class of 2014 will find themselves standing here at the Old Pine Lectern?
Who will it be?
