I had a bit of a revelation tonight, at commencement, somewhere in between laughing at Mr. Carter’s quips, crying when Stefan so deservingly won the Alex Gillespie Friendship Award, and walking across the Rosedale aud stage to receive my fake diploma (a rolled-up poem) from the superintendent of schools, Beth Butcher.
The revelation came while I was watching the ASL interpreter who stood beside Mr. Sketchley, motioning out everything he said. At first, I thought about how I want to go to school to learn how to do that, maybe. Then I thought, well, I’ve never really done ASL, only been transfixed by occasionally watching someone do it, so what makes me think I’d want (or be able) to study it for 3+ years? Then I thought, I should really study something I KNOW I’m good at and I KNOW I’d enjoy, like writing… And then I thought: MAYBE I SHOULD GO TO JOURNALISM SCHOOL.