It all felt silly—surrounded by masses of nursing and business and veterinary students. All these newly appointed professionals were about to go out into the world and practice law, prepare taxes, deliver babies. Our diplomas meant little. The Word documents we’d edited over and over again, the literary journals we’d sent them to, the hours-long debriefs after workshop—in the huge amphitheater that day, all of it seemed to matter less. We wrote characters who were doctors and lawyers and social workers. But what did we actually do?
