On March 12, 2020, the class of 2020 threw themselves an impulsive “fauxmencement” on the leafless quad, knowing that the real deal would have to wait until the pandemic slowed enough to return the world to normalcy, or at least normal-ish-cy. That bleak and chilly day, some classmates intrepidly wore their summer dresses for photos, shivered, then quickly put coats back on once the pose was over. Others showed up in bathrobes, as an ironic stand-in for graduation gowns. Several picked up downed twigs and branches, substituting them for the Conway canes.
On June 11, 2022, they got to forego the faux for this new tableau: sunshine, glorious greenery, a fully imagined ceremony, families in attendance, postponement turned to gratification. We stopped a few class members to find out what their postgrad lives looked like today. And we asked them — nearly three-quarters of the class had returned to campus — why they returned for this unprecedented occasion.