The Revolving Door

With the arrival of Commencement this morning, the revolving door of enrollment takes one final click. 

The seniors move on. Some with jubilation. Some with nostalgia. Some, no doubt, with sadness and regret. A new class of entrants has already been selected. They wait patiently for our whirring carousal to make its pirouette, spinning the open wedge of new challenges and opportunities closer and closer to their own eager feet.

The only thing the revolving door can't do is stop. Just like Commencement, both a beginning and an end...

"Whoever said nothing was impossible never tried slamming a revolving door."