This weekend, I watched the Syracuse University convocation ceremonies being video streamed live from the Carrier Dome featuring the class of 2012. Listening to the names being announced brought back vivid memories. You see, I’m an SU alum who took this very walk in ’97 when I received my MBA with honors. One of the proudest moments of my life.

I enjoy listening to commencement speeches. I’m embarrassed to say, I don’t remember who gave the commencement address to our ’97 class. The speech and delivery were mediocre at best without one memorable quote.

Two years later something interesting happened. In 1999, I heard a song on the radio called “Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen.” The lyrics are spoken, not sung, over a music bed with words borrowed from Mary Schmich who wrote an article called “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young.” for the Chicago Tribune. She wanted to take a shot at writing a graduation speech because she thought she’d never be invited to give one.

To this day, I find Ms. Schmich’s essay fascinating. I wish our speaker had said something as profound. I think you have to be someone north of their mid-twenties to appreciate the message. For those of you younger than that, print out this post, put it in an envelope, and re-read it in the future when you’re going through a tough moment. Hopefully the message will make more sense.

This past weekend as I lay upright in my La-Z-Boy putting the finishing touches on this post, a big smile came over my face. I realized Mary wrote her mock commencement address on June 1, 1997. Just three weeks after my real graduation in May of that same year.

Mary Schmich’s mock speech is my “adopted” commencement speech that will be ingrained in me forever.

Let me know what you think:


Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 1997,

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.


Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.


Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.


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