Graduating from the Iron Yard yesterday feels like the end of an era. A very short era, since in the grand scheme of things 12 weeks is not that long. In subjective time, though, it seems like I have been learning with my classmates for and endless period. Yet I have been through this kind of intensive program, with its bonding experiences, before, and I know that one of the immutable rules of the universe is that good times will pass, no matter how much you might wish to hold on to them. Now there is sadness, but there will be more good times in the future. This sadness, too, will pass.