That’s a snapshot of the day I graduated from U of I—May, 1986. My roommates and I didn’t actually attend our graduation ceremony.  We rented the robes and hats and orange and blue tassels (Go Illini!), but we had our own ceremony right in the living room of the large first-floor house we rented in Champaign-Urbana on Wright Street.  We told our parents not to come because the commencement ceremonies “were just too big and impersonal.” Instead, we each wrote something to read, like a poem or limerick or other memories we wanted to share.  On graduation day, we donned our robes, paraded around the house, our heels clomping across the worn-wood floor, then stood in a circle and shared our tributes, amidst tears and bursts of laughter, of course.  It didn’t help that we had been drinking mimosas from the moment we woke up, so we were all inebriated by 9 AM, and all of our eyes have that … [continue reading...] about Storytelling Snapshots at Work