When I got to my graduation, siting where you sit today, after 4 years of trying to get excited about something else,
I admitted to myself that I couldn't wait to go back and make more films.
I wanted to tell stories, to imagine the lives of others and help others do the same.
I have found or perhaps reclaimed my reason.
You have a prize now or at least you will tomorrow. The prize is Harvard degree in your hand.
But what is your reason behind it?
My Harvard degree represents, for me, the curiosity and invention that were encouraged here, the friendships I've sustained
the way Professor Graham told me not to describe the way light hit a flower but rather the shadow the flower cast,
the way Professor Scarry talked about theater is a trans-formative religious force
how professor Coslin showed how much our visual cortex is activated just by imaging.
Now granted these things don't necessarily help me answer the most common question I'm asked:
What designer are you wearing? What's your fitness regime? Any makeup tips?
But I have never since been embarrassed to myself as what might previously have thought was a stupid question.
My Harvard degree and other awards are emblems of the experiences which led me to them.
The wood paneled lecture halls, the colorful fall leaves,
the hot vanilla Toscaninis, reading great novels in overstuffed library chairs,
running through dining halls screaming, Ooh! Ah! City steps! City steps! City steps! City steps!