Another academic year is officially over. The institution came through this stronger than we dared hope - like faculty around the world we pulled out all the zoom stops, and learning happened, though frazzled exhaustion did too - but I worry for graduating seniors. Even in an ordinary year many of our students don't feel they've made it through a right of passage, newly skilled and focused and empowered, but what about this diffused and two-dimensional year? The designers of the Class of 2021 mug doubtless didn't have this in mind, but its loose and sketchy and unfinished look seems all too apt.