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I’ve been putting off making a graduation post (since December 18th) for a while now. I think because anchoring (nautical joke) this commencement through visualization is a little terrifying. It feels more real through recording it. Now i have to face the fact that things will never be the same as they were before i walked that stage. Which is a joke, but also both a loss and a celebration. 

Consistency and the loss of it—no matter how grueling or exciting or difficult or enlightening it was throughout the last three-ish years—leaves a hole.

Time feels odd when milestones are crossed; was it only yesterday I was chopping potatoes (horrendously) in fundies, or was it ten years ago? Was it last month that I finished restaurants, or five seasons ago? None of those answers are true in the empirical sense, but their existence doesn’t change the fact that the last almost-three years are now over. 

I did my undergraduate, and I came out with an associate’s in culinary arts and a bachelor’s in applied food studies. I also came out with new skills, scars, friends, connections, and a wildly different way of looking at the world. One of my professors wisely said during my weekly tweaking sessions for my capstone project (seen on slides 9-13!) that the more you know, the more you realize you don’t know. All I could say was ā€œso true!ā€ because what else do you say? I came out of CIA knowing more than I had before, and with a greater awareness that I know less than I think. That’s a gift more than it is an achievement. Yes, I read all those books and wrote all those papers and worked all those services, but what I received is less a representation of what i DID, and more what I’ve had the opportunity to absorb from the world around me. 

We—the most general ā€œweā€ possible—are all very small and young, and as far as we know, we are all alive for the first time. I’m very lucky and grateful to be living how I do now, and I’m both excited and terrified to continue figuring out what I do/don’t know. I’m proud of who i am and what I’ve done. The unknown is not a terrifying thing; it should be a reflection of what is left to be known, and a great love for the pursuit of knowledge.
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