Caitlin Roberts-Donovan

The class of 2019 was the first class I supported in Career Education through an entire academic cycle, and for their commencement, I happened to be three months pregnant. After the ceremony, when I had hugged all my incredible students and met their families, I barely made it back to the Green Hall elevator before I burst into tears: I was so proud of them and would miss them so much, but I was so excited for them to go out into the world. I thought my sobbing was a result of pregnancy hormones. Turns out: nope. I cheer and hug at every commencement, and afterwards, cry like a baby every single time. I wouldn’t have it any other way, and my daughter has grown up hearing about class after class of the remarkable humans her mama gets to work with.