Members of the Class of 2015, parents, President Brown, trustees, honored guests, faculty, friends.
How cool is this? It's really cool, right?
I only wish there had been gin in my bottle instead of water, but hey. Exactly. And I know it was in yours!
All right, I find it so fitting that Boston University started out as a school of theology
because today parents are saying, "Thank you, God. We thought this day might never come."
After years of hard work and sacrifice, they sit here behind you clutching their tissues while beaming with pride.
And all they want in return is a simple hug, an "I love you, mom, dad. Thanks."
My youngest, Lily, graduates from Northwestern in a few weeks, and that's all I want.
So this is a good day to show your parents how much you really appreciate them
and to hit them up for a loan while they're still vulnerable. Do that. It works.
I didn't attend BU, but I believe my presence here today is kismet. Let me explain.
Last February, after six long years and one blizzard delay, the Terriers took back what is rightfully theirs... the beanpot.
All right, here's the kismet part: When my mother was a little girl she had a Boston terrier named Beans.
When I was a little girl I was forced to eat franks and beans every Saturday,
and they made me sick to my stomach, which is exactly how I feel right now. Kismet.