Our graduation reception was yesterday afternoon. I always enjoy them. Our grad students are back on campus after their external placements, pleased and proud and a little disbelieving: it felt like their program would last forever, but now it's done. They want us to meet their families and their fiancés, and hear about the new jobs they've lined up, and we are happy to oblige.
I've known some of this cohort for a long time. Five or six of them took the 100-level anatomy class with me in 2014, and then they took my 300-level classes, and then I taught them across both semesters of their first year in grad school. Along the way I supervised their honors projects and independent studies and symposium presentations. I feel a little nostalgic: when I met them, they didn't even know the larynx had joints. I bet that these days if you woke them out of a sound sleep and said, "Quick, name the joints of the larynx," they would mumble the right answer.
(I mean, that's practically the same as witnessing someone's first steps.)
One of the good things about working in this discipline is that 100% of our students find jobs in the field. They may not land in their preferred setting right off the bat, but we can give them sincere encouragement that their job searches will be fruitful, and that the future offers them varied and interesting work with the potential to make a real difference in the lives of people with disabilities.
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