Congratulation graduates
May has much to do with celebrating—Mother’s Day, May Day, and especially for those graduating and starting new chapters in their life.
Rust College held its graduation on May 6. The newspaper had several interns in the graduating class, Sean Ellis and Bianca Thedford – Congratulation!
Also, congratulations to all the graduates at Marshall Academy, Holly Springs, Byhalia, H.W. Byers, Potts Camp High Schools, Friendship Christian Academy, and Heritage Christian Academy. This is only the beginning. Education is the key that unlocks potential. The hard work you have done will help you thrive in the future. Congratulations on your accomplishments!
The South Reporter’s Graduation section is in today’s issue. Make sure to get a copy and one for your scrapbook.
My parents had to attend many high school and college graduations. Graduation is always a memorable moment in our lives, even for those attending, and one that I remember well was when my youngest sister, Teresa, graduated from Auburn University. I was very proud of my sister and the hard work she put into receiving her degree in chemical engineering.
It was a hot day in May almost twenty-five years ago. My daughter was only two years old, but I did not think about her not being happy at the graduation or the heat we would have to deal with in a gym filled with so many people. I can say that taking a two-year-old to a college graduation is not the smartest choice. But I would not have missed my sister’s graduation from Auburn for anything.
A Psalm of Life
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What the Heart of the Young Man
Said to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream!”
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and
brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.