12/15/22

one of the most first-world problems I’ve ever encountered actually happened to me and my brother earlier this year – I graduated from law school on the same day that he graduated from college. in two different cities. at the same time. hundreds of miles apart.

I graduated from college in 2019, before COVID was a thing. so at my college graduation it was me, my parents, my brother, my aunt and cousin on my dad’s side, my aunt, uncle, and cousins on my mom’s side, and even my uncle’s parents. we all got dinner, there was cake and presents, and then I got to go to the bars with my friends afterwards. so when we found out that my brother and I were graduating on the same day the decision seemed really obvious to me – I told my parents they needed to go to his. there would be no splitting of the parents, he needed to have both of them there.

what was interesting was how many people were appalled and upset on my behalf when they found out that my parents wouldn’t be attending my law school graduation. and maybe they’re not an older sibling, but it was never something I regretted. he worked hard for his degree, and he deserved his flowers too. I don’t know, I just love him so much and recognized how important it would be for him to have his parents watch him cross the stage.

and we got to have some MASSIVE celebrations once we were all back together, so that was awesome too. I still don’t regret my decision, and I honestly wish I could’ve been there to see him cross the stage in person too. I think it’s a testament to how close we’ve grown as we’ve gotten older, and I hope we only continue to grow closer from here.

things I am grateful for: my brother; my fancy cap and gown; and joint parties.