As an immigrant to this country, I love American graduations. Commencement speeches were a completely alien concept in the U.K., where I grew up. My graduation ceremony was conducted entirely in Latin. We knelt in neat rows, dressed head to foot in something called “subfusc,” in front of a man attired like a character from an Edwardian comic opera, who tapped us each on the head with a copy of the Bible before we all traipsed outside to reunite with baffled family members.

Of course, where I went to college, it was legal…

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