I can’t think of anything more boring than someone else’s graduation. Sure, it’s an important milestone, but….ugh. The only good thing that comes out of the season (I’m talking outside the degree and all that, obviously), is the potential for high-value gifts. Leave the Volkswagons and IRAs to the grandparents and gift a classic, but energized, technicolor leather-bound Merriam-Webster Dictionary from auto. I wish I had received either the gold, or the pink, I can’t decide.