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Every spring, when the graduation TikToks come for my tear ducts, I don’t try to run. Through my every sniffle and gasp, I embrace the sheer, unadulterated pride parading across my phone screen. I could scroll past, and save myself the tissues, but instead I choose to languish in the raw emotion of these strangers on the internet…
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Uh-Oh, First-Generation Graduates Are Making Me Cry Again
Emma Glassman-Hughes
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Every spring, when the graduation TikToks come for my tear ducts, I don’t try to run. Through my every sniffle and gasp, I embrace the sheer, unadulterated pride parading across my phone screen. I could scroll past, and save myself the tissues, but instead I choose to languish in the raw emotion of these strangers